Small and green, below the spleen
There is a little sack--
Although it's used and not abused
It's smaller than a tack.
On top of it, there is a rod
No bigger than a pin--
But explanation of it's use
Is considered quite the sin.
As our green friend hops around,
From lily pad to bay--
His little warty bag goes
'round and 'round and even sway.
It bounces to and fro,
As he frolics in the sun--
And wherever he does jump
You'll see his scrotum run.
The toad, you see, is not a tree,
His genitals are there--
Although to see, you may think "gee
They're smaller than a hair."