There was a little old lady
And I guess her name was Toad
Cos' every time I'd see her
She would ribbit, croak and moan

There hoppin' over potholes
Whilst I was whistlin' on my own
Bet I'd see her later on
Low rollin' dow-n the road

I joined her by a river
We were standing toe to toe
I hissed like a loud hog snake
And her arms did let me go

The water came a rushin'
My back was brown and wet all through
But her legs they weren't a wadin'
She gleamed as I turned blue