She’s kissing a toad
Hopes to reign prince in
She hopes her lips aren’t wandering
Down the wrong road

She’s thinking the chap
Who hopped through the door
The odds, he’ll be a-conquering
Or she will croak

With the magic came a clatter
She was wrong alright
She grew un-tall that night
She was appalled

Seems that kissing toady there
She hoped to see
Was not a win
She’s greenest gal, she’s hopping on all fours

Now scoping the room
In amphibian way
And finds her mind has hankering
For a snack load

All the insects start to chatter
“Watch her tongue alright?
Or you will lose your life
Her tongue is long.”

Little buggies flit around
Unworried she
Will bag a beastie
Tongue, it’s super fast, she scores

She’s starting to dine
On a new kind of wings
That weren’t important yesterday
And she wants more

Think kissing a toad
Helps to reign in men?
Stop, decline your wondering
This you should know
It’s a clear ‘no’

Stop kissing the toads
It’s the same with men
Not worth the time, stop wondering
So I’ve been toad…