A boy named Peter
Found once in the road
All harmless and helpless,
A poor little toad;
And ran to his playmate,
And all out of breath
Cried, “John, come and help,
And we’ll stone him to death!”
And picking up stones,
The two went on the run,
Saying, one to the other,
“Oh, won’t we have fun?”
Thus primed and all ready,
They’d got nearly back,
When a donkey came
Dragging a cart on the track.
Now the cart was as much
As the donkey could draw,
And he came with his head
Hanging down; so he saw,
All harmless and helpless,
The poor little toad,
A-taking his morning nap
Right in the road.
He shivered at first,
Then he drew back his leg,
And set up his ears,
Never moving a peg.
Then he gave the poor toad,
With his warm nose a dump,
And he woke and got off
With a hop and jump.
And then with an eye
Turned on Peter and John,
And hanging his homely head
Down, he went on.
“We can’t kill him now, John,”
Says Peter, “that’s flat,
In the face of an eye and
An action like that!”
“For my part, I haven’t
The heart to,” says John;
“But the load is too heavy
That donkey has on:
“Let’s help him”; so both lads
Set off with a will
And came up with the cart
At the foot of the hill.
And when each a shoulder
Had put to the wheel,
They helped the poor donkey
A wonderful deal.
When they got to the top
Back again they both run,
Agreeing they never
Had had better fun.
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