in a marshy deserted land
in an old well, broken and dry.
there lived a toad, an ugly one
who croak n croak n croak!
he dances to the tunes of wind
and croak n croak n croak.
he thought he is the best of all
and croak n croak n croak
he smiles a lot, he worries not,
he thinks he is old and wise!
he talks a lot, a lot on life,
he thinks he knows it all!
One night he saw the moon and sang
croak n croak n croak
and as he sang, he saw her come
an angel dressed in white.
her smile so bright, he lost his sight
they glided through the clouds
he saw the flowers -red, pink and white
he saw the beauty unveil.
the songs were new, and splendid too
the angel sang it for him.
her hands were soft and made of love
with every touch he felt.
her eyes were deep, he couldnt read
and he thought he was old and wise!
she held his hand, his ugly hand
asked him to look into her eyes,
her deep blue eyes, in shades of love
he saw his ugly self!
a flash went by, he closed his eyes
too firgtened to face her eyes.
the wind was cold, the tune same old
he saw no angel near by!
in a marshy desserted land
in an old well, broken and dry.
there lived a toad, an ugly one
who knew how ugly he was,
he smiled again, at the beautiful moon
and croaked and croaked to death.