Mr Toad

Toot, toot went Mr Toad
While in his big car he quickly rode,
Tanking along totally drunk
Burp! "Excuse me," another bump

Tinkle, tinkle rang the little girls bell
As she cycled through the flowery dell
Smiling and without a care in the world
Off her bike she would soon be hurled

"Wvaking hell" grunted Mr Toad
Lurching left then right on the road
Leaning down to get his cigars
He sped along yards and yards

Then the crash, the almighty sight
As Mr Toad smashed the girls little trike
Blood and limbs all over the road
And a bewildered drunken Mr Toad