The Toad of Oxford Road

There was once a toad

On Oxford road

And he was walking alone in the rain

But he saw a warm light

In the dark of the night

And people drinking champagne

So he knocked on the door

And remained on the floor

Until a young girl appeared

Her face was bright

From the hallway light

And down at the frog she peered

He asked to be let inside

Politely, and with pride

But the girl did not say a word

Instead she seemed scared

And she stood and she stared

But the toad remained unstirred

"Please let me partake,

I can see all the cake

And its raining like cats and dogs"

But the girl was unconvinced

And instead she winced

And she said this was no place for frogs

But the toad would not relent

And he began to repent

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!"

The girl stopped and thought

"But toad you're too short"

He wished she would not be mean

Then, like a magician

With a calm composition

He revealed a bouquet of flowers

The girl stood and smiled

Somewhat beguiled

And allowed the toad for two hours

He drank all the champagne

Simply could not refrain

And the girl grew rather upset

"Why toad -

Did you drink the whole load?"

As he began to fill with regret

"I got too excited,

Turning up uninvited,

To a house where I found romance"

He said he would right his wrong

But only as long

As she would give him another chance

That he could take her to dinner

Have an evening to win her

And maybe go out to dance?

She seemed mad to accept

And she wouldn't have except

The toad did have rather nice eyes

So he returned a day later

In a suit to date her

To embark on this new emprise

She wore a blue dress

And walked like a goddess

And the toad could not believe his fortune

They went out to eat

On a wonderful street

And had two great big portions

But after the food

She had changed her mood

"Do you know what I'd like?" She said.

She took the toad

Down the road

And they went into a shop instead

The evening was warm

The moon was on form

And they bought a bottle of wine

They found a nice seat

Somewhere discrete

And the evening grew rather fine

The toad looked at her face

In the quiet of that place

And he would never forget that sight

The curve of that nose

The cheeks and their rose

The wonderful smile so bright

Her smooth neck and its nape

Her body and its shape

And the taste on her lips of night

Her laugh and her voice

And his own effortless choice

To love her through dark and light

Then several years after

Their lives filled with laughter

The toad came with a love to impart

But to the house he had a key

And so did she

To both the lock, and each other's hearts