All watch Violet in the lane,
Kissing Mister Toad again,
Does she think that we don’t know
Of how they carry on…?
Violet doesn’t understand –
The rumours, now, are out of hand,
Does she think that we don’t know
The secret of Mister Toad…?
Rumours here
And whispers there –
Violet shrinks ‘cause the Toad don’t care,
Does she think that we don’t know
She’s at his every whim…?
Now Violet comes to understand
This Toad plays only underhand,
Yet, still she thinks that we don’t know
The secret of Mister Toad…
He has warts upon his skin
And no one knows quite where he’s been,
And we don’t like him,
We dislike him,
We don’t like him very much at all…
Maybe, Violet,
You could be my bride –
Stand for ever
Right here, by my side.
Maybe, Violet,
You could hold my hand,
But I know that you wouldn’t understand…
See a girl who lost her dreams –
Through the holes ripped in her seams,
Watch her pine her life away,
Since Mister Toad hopped away.
‘cause Mister Toad didn’t want to play –
Mister Toad just hopped away…