As I strolled down the road
I met a young toad
Who was carryin' a load
Down the long dusty road.
I said to him, "Dude,
I don't mean to be rude,
But I sure think that you'd
Better lose that big load.
"Why sir," he said,
"That thought's worth a quid!"
And so he got rid
Of the pack on his mid.
"You only live once man!"
I said as he ran
To go home to his clan
Which lived in a pan.
Then people gawked
As I continued my walk
To my old man's shop
At the end of the block.
Later everyone sought
Out the man who had thoughts
Which had such a cost
At which no one could mock.
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