“Pad-boy, why don’t you see?” Why do you have a yellowish shade, Why aren ‘t you greenish like me? Why can’t you swim? Or dance? Or sing? Why can’t you run very well? Why can’t you jump better than me? And what’s that awful lake smell?
Why do you float? Why don’t you move? And why can’t you be very sweet? Why don’t your pad seeds, Turn into tadpoles? Why are you creased like a sheet? Why don’t you smile? Why are you mad?
Why are you flat like a dish? Why don’t you live, Under blue water, Like shrimp and golden goldfish? Why don’t you do what other things do, Why can’t you be just like them? Why don’t you grow blue hair on your head, Why don’t you grow a new stem? Lou Lillypad thought, And he thought about why, And when his thinking was done, He pushed Freddy Frog, Right off his green back,