a frog i once met

i once met a frog
along my way down the road
under a leaf the frog lay
forest ground hiding her toad

"what business have you, tall one on this bog"
came to ask of me her toad
i only stroll on this type of day
"and I know what you seek on this road"

i then spied a fog
that came slow as if to me to bode
"you haven't far to stray"
your mind wanders to a dark and colorful abode

Comfort, I say to the fair maiden frog
is within your I am sure, your abode
I would be in debted to be light and gay
"then a brew of fugus into thy tea I shall load"

To smile, a light grog
this nectar in this humble abode
I felt light as hay
from the stool of the toad

Few fear the stool of the frog
said to me the toad
Many seek a different array
unlike you, forcing a mode

enjoy i hear as she kissed me with a hug
and into the random I strode
a mind within a day
on the stool of a good toad