Lord Toad

Why do you, Toad, look at me

So impassive, so self-assured?

You sit - no, squat on all your fours

your warty skin, wrinkled and ridged

Your glands swollen with poison -

Think I didn't know?

Go forth, be not afraid of me!

Go forth and procreate!

For you and your kind, here -

A blade of grass, a dried leaf

A twig to play with -

The shade of the great trees -

And over there, Kunthi, for your children!