Miss Toad Lyrics

Miss Toad lay low

Don't you know how you could go out?

You could be old and gray

But the ice is melting so you sit and you wait

There's a pad you can stay in, just a little dilapidated

With a room for conversation and a roof for a change

Now the cages are busted

Now that the new ones have been entrusted

Miss toad wanders from lover to lover

Pressing flowers in her hardcover

In the meadow bees are buzzin'

Getting on the whole world is hummin'

That took some kind of patience

You've been waiting your whole life for this

Still, we must ask of the bootlicker:

Is the tongue of honey or glue for her?

Powdered muskets sit at the county line

A finger full of rage for the night sky

When a splash is heard at the pond nearby

The drummer hit their drum and the sparks fly

Stars are fallin down in a landslide

And in the darkness Miss Toad scuttles by

Miss Toad lay low

Miss Toad lay low

Don't you know how you could go out,​​

You could be old and gray

But the ice is melting so you sit and you wait