A frog and a toad on the road met one day
Surprised they had not met before
Taken aback, were they cousins or kin?
Neither could say they were sure
The frog was so sleek and as moist as the rain
The toad was all lumpy with warts
The frog gave a rather censorious look
Which meant to put toad out of sorts
Lithe and athletic the frog hopped around
He couldn’t help feeling so haughty
The toad squat and broad would not be abashed
He thought the frog acted quite dotty
The frog feigned fatigue and stretched a long leg
The toad was sun-baked dull and grey
The frog was now growing quite parched in the mouth
Though the water was some yards away
The frog licked his lips for his thirst was acute
His delicate skin was quite dry
He needed the wetness of his cooling swamp
From the ruthless hot sun in the sky
The frog finally said through his slight pointed nose
“To meet you has made me so glad
Perhaps the next time we can go for a swim
We can hang at my swell lily pad!”
The frog bounced away just as quick as he could
Perturbed by the toad's disregard
He must be so jealous he's not more like me
To be plain in this life must be hard!
The toad grunted, “Fine.” And proceeded to crawl
His day would go on without change
He considered their contrast of modest concern
He felt neither lacking nor strange
The lesson to learn from conceits of the frog
Is something I can’t overstate
That longer of leg or more dainty in skin
Does not outdo opposite traits
If you be the frog then that makes me the toad
And the difference makes us so unique
Let’s embrace who we are and be just as we like
For it's acceptance in life we both seek…
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