Toad by the Road
I’m only a toad
By the side of the road,
Watching the world go by.
Some bustle and hurry.
Some bustle and scurry.
Some wiggle, flicker, or fly.
They come and they go
On their way to and fro.
But I’d rather sit and sing.
It’s a glorious day,
So I’m happy to stay
And savor the songs of spring.
Joanne Ryder
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