Lick the toad’s back—your muscles will slack, your mind will soar;
lick the toad’s back—although your tongue may get sore—
don’t delay!
Lick the toad’s back, and ex post snackto your mind will soar;
lick the toad’s back—next day you’ll come back for more.

Amphibian lickin’ makes your head careen
in ways that you’ve heretofore never seen.
Stick out that tongue and go
and lap just like a Congress ho’—don’t bite!

Lick the toad’s back—and after this snack your mind will soar;
lick the toad’s back—although your tongue may get sore—
that’s OK!
Lick the toad’s back, and ex post lapto your mind will soar;
lick the toad’s back—next day you’ll come back for more.

Ain’t tasty, isn’t tasty, this cold-blooded skin buffet
on the toad’s back. I see du Buffet-like
images, and they don’t look so good
strange, ingrained in my cranial neighborhood.
But it’s the way to go
if your objective’s psychotro-pic sights.

Lick the toad’s back—and after this snack you’ll want some more;
lick the toad’s back—though it don’t taste as good as s’mores—
that’s OK!
Lick the toad’s back, and ex post laptoad your mind will soar;
lick the toad’s back—next day you’ll come back for more.

Swell!
Gonna come back for more—
you won’t delay.
Gonna come back for more—
git lickin’—tongue that back, dude!
And then your mind will soar.
Lap that green back,
though your tongue may get sore.
It’s no Tastee Freeze
and not as good as s’mores—
you ain’t there for gastronomy. . .
gettin’ your mind to soar.
So it is a mean snack!
Post-gross your mind will soar.