Ribit, Ribit goes
the tormented toad
He sits alone
on the cracked road
His days are fearing
of what's out there eating
Maybe that's why he's moody
on a day that's cloudy
He searches for food
that suits his mood
And always looking
for death is watching
Ribit, Ribit goes
the tormented toad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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