Young Mr. Toad

Young Mr. Toad, he made his abode
 Under the garden wall
 He thought that he was fair to see
 Elegant, slim and tall
 He had a jewel in his head
 At least so several people said
 But since he had no looking glass
 He could not see himself, alas
 Young Mr. Toad, he left his abode
 Under the garden wall
 He hummed a song as he hopped along
 And wondered what might befall
 If I could but find a looking glass
 To see my goodly presence
 I then would dwell content and well
 Here in this leafy pleasance
 He met a snail and a twinkly tale
 And a slug which he promptly swallowed
 A dragonfly bright and a walk-by-night
 Which wriggled away when he followed
 He met a flea and a bumblebee
 And a cricket chirped in the grass
 But never sight or dim or bright
 Of ever a looking glass
 He hopped along but now his song
 Was checked full suddenly
 For he came where a pool was shining cool
 Under the bright blue sky
 He hopped to the edge and he sat on the edge
 And he looked in the water clear
 But what did he see, oh what did he see
 Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear
 For dapper trimness, for elegant slimness
 For jewel in the head
 A horrible sight, a perfect fright
 Did meet his eyes instead
 No high and haughty but knobby and warty
 The ugly image showed
 It looked, I tell you true it looked
 Exactly like a toad