A TROUBLED TOAD'S REFLECTION
I wail! -- Good God, you've made me but a toad,
Wrong size, wrong skin, wrong color, wrong abode!
I rarely jump no matter how You goad.
I'm slow and weak and fat and pigeon-toed.
But wait, here comes my lovely toady bride!
She loves me! How I blush and try to hide!
She cherishes my smile, demure and wide,
And loves my throaty croak at eventide!
Look down upon your miracle of life,
Dear God, a toad unsung by drum and fife,
But grateful for my place, and free of strife --
(especially in the hot tub with my wife).
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary