“Why are you on the ground?"
said the songbird to the toad.
"Why don't you fly up here with me
and ease your heavy load?"

"Why are you dyed so brown?"
asked the songbird, full of light.
"Why don't you shed your mottled coat
and don a plumage bright?"

"Why don't you sing a song?"
sang the sweet melodic bird.
"Why do you choke on every sound
and croak on every word?"

The toad burst into colors
and leapt into the sky
and flying, sang as clear as day
"Because no one asked 'Why?'"