Once I saw a little red wagon,
Upon a golden twisted road,
I even saw its tiny cargo,
-A little green slimy toad.
I watched for hours,
-Mesmerized as the toad sang.
His bright voice was brilliant,
-All around me it robustly rung.
But when his song was finally sang,
A single silent solitary tear I saw.
His face twisted, contorted in pain,
As I watched his small tear drops fall.
Slowly, I gingerly approached.
-The lonely sad silent slimy toad.
The one in the little red wagon,
-Upon the golden twisted road.
I asked him, with eyes wide open, “Why the tears?”
“Why little toad are you so grief-stricken?”
He only shook his green slimy head,
-And sadly said, “Men, men, men-”
“W-when will they ever l-learn…
These men? When, when, when?
That you don’t have to be first…,
…In order to win!”
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