Young Mr. Toad, he made his abode
Under the garden wall
He thought that he was fair to see
Elegant, slim and tall
He had a jewel in his head
At least so several people said
But since he had no looking glass
He could not see himself, alas
Young Mr. Toad, he left his abode
Under the garden wall
He hummed a song as he hopped along
And wondered what might befall
If I could but find a looking glass
To see my goodly presence
I then would dwell content and well
Here in this leafy pleasance
He met a snail and a twinkly tale
And a slug which he promptly swallowed
A dragonfly bright and a walk-by-night
Which wriggled away when he followed
He met a flea and a bumblebee
And a cricket chirped in the grass
But never sight or dim or bright
Of ever a looking glass
He hopped along but now his song
Was checked full suddenly
For he came where a pool was shining cool
Under the bright blue sky
He hopped to the edge and he sat on the edge
And he looked in the water clear
But what did he see, oh what did he see
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
For dapper trimness, for elegant slimness
For jewel in the head
A horrible sight, a perfect fright
Did meet his eyes instead
No high and haughty but knobby and warty
The ugly image showed
It looked, I tell you true it looked
Exactly like a toad