Big Fat Frog

“Give us a tow,” said the big, fat frog,
As he sat on the lily pad.
His sister turned and looked at him
As if he were barking mad.

“I toad you just three days ago,
From one side to the other.
But there’s no way its becoming a habit,
I toad you that, dear brother.

Now, hop to it, you lazy frog,
Unless you plan to croak it.
And what’s that joint beside you there?
You don’t intend to smoke it?”

“Ah, peace and love,” and “Chill out, maaan,”
The lazy frog intoned.
“Cut me a little slack now, sis.
Can’t you see I’m toadily stoned?”