Toads and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

"What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Slugs and snails and puppy dog tails,

That's what little boys are made of."

I think a better version would be:

...Toads and snails and puppy doy tails...

Last evening as the full moon peeped above the trees, 

the toads which inhabit the garden just outside the front door, also peeped out. 

Ryan couldn't help himself. 

He had to pick this bad boy up. 

He was happy, very happy

Ryan, not the toad,

until Heather mentioned "toad pee" and "warts".

Then the wise, understanding Mother spoke up. 

"I don't think that's where warts come from; you'll be okay."

(I said "think", because really, where do warts come from?)

And the greeting and meeting of the toad commenced. 

He's a handsome one, isn't he. 

As the moon continued it's journey up into the sky, casting a bluish hue over the misty landscape,
the little boy and his mother discovered two more toads.

 Smaller than the first one,

 these two were like youngsters who were sneaking out of the house 

for an evening of mischievousness. 

This would include:

sneaking up on sleepy flies,

tangling the spider's web,

eating the choicest of blossoms,

splashing about the birdbath,

and chirping merrily all the while.

Love,

Dianne