This warty, pop-eyed little toad
Concluded one fine day
That life was very flat indeed,
The world far, far from gay.
So, hopping, hopping, off he went
To Grasshopper Slimleg.
Said Grasshopper, “Come, in, my friend.
Good-day! Come in, I beg.”
“You seem quite blue,”—he meant quite green,—
“Pray, what distresses you?”