THE TOAD AND THE FLEA By Robert Hewett Sr
This is another of a series of 9 poems written
for a young girl's 9th birthday. Tiffany, if you
see this, I hope you still remember it.
THE TOAD AND THE FLEA
A Toad and a Flea met at the oak tree,
“You must be old and ancient”, said the flea
“Just look at you, Toad, all wrinkled and gray.
I bet you never married and never will be”.
“No one would ever want you for a friend
Or keep you safe and warm from the cold wind”.
The Toad gazed at the flea, but spoke not at all,
Knowing that he could make this flea die and fall.
He thought, “How could this Flea be so bold?”
“Doesn’t he know that I can eat him whole?”
“He may be poison or sour as can be.
Maybe I should let him live and be free”.
“Are you deaf and dumb, you wrinkled old Toad?
“Talk to me Toad; don’t just wiggle your throat”.
“Just look at those scales that would scare a bee,
Those horns and skin like bark on a dead tree.
Tell me Ugly Mr. Toad, what makes you tick?
The more I look at you the more I feel sick”.
The Toad stared at the Flea, but spoke not a word
He thought, “I could feed this pest to a bird;
Maybe I will crush him against that tree,
“Or perhaps, just swallow him 1-2-3.
He looks so skinny and never sits still,
Not even a small tummy would he fill”.
“Okay Toad, I am here to stay, even all day,
Until you talk to me, I won’t go away.”
The Toad had finally had more than enough
Of this flea and his words so harsh and rough.
The flea sneered and twitched his body and knee,
Like lightning, the Toad flicked him off that tree.
(The moral to this story is “never taunt a superior force”)
Robert Hewett Sr