As I went down by Heathcape Road,
Near Turner's Mill I met a toad.
"Good evening, Toad," said I to him.
"I see you, though the light be dim.
Now turn my friend, before some car
Obliterates you where you are."
"I thank you, but," said he to me,
"Across this road there dwells a She,
And if I cannot come to her,
Death itself would I prefer."
From High Mountain Pond, © Paul Scott Mowrer,1962.