THE CURSE OF THE TOADSTOOL

My foot stepped upon a toadstool, now I feel like a toad,

I have this inclination, to sun myself out in the road,

First I'll eat a couple bugs,

I'll juice them out with tongue hugs,

I'm trying to walk upright, but my legs are just too bowed.

MY SCOOTER ON THE HIGHWAY

On the highway my scooter wouldn't scoot,
I held up traffic and got a toot, toot,
Then, along came the police,
To keep the traffic at peace,
Into the ditch they gave my scooter a boot.