In the Dead of Night

Down the road there came a truck,

Caked in dirt, covered in muck.

Flanked both sides by Queensland bush,

No-one around to give a push.

…

But not needed, on this road,

For up ahead was a cane toad.

The driver put the pedal down,

The toad, it looked up with a frown.

…

What happened? Reader, take a guess.

The tires left a bloody mess.

The truck went on into the night,

Cut through the darkness with headlights.

…

From the bush there came a hop,

Limpy bounded, then he stopped.

Another rellie for his room.

So took the toad into the gloom.

A/N

Apparently I'm obliged to give the name of the author of Toad Rage (because...reasons), so, um, this is based on Toad Rage by Morris Gleitzman.