The book is a delight, full of humor, asides, and little ditties. Here's one example:
He got so puffed up with conceit that he made up a song as he walked in praise of himself, and sang it at the top of his voice, though there was no one to hear it but him. It was perhaps the most conceited song that any animal ever composed.
'The world has held great Heroes,
As history-books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad!
'The clever men at Oxford
Know all that there is to be knowed.
But they none of them know one half as much
As intelligent Mr. Toad!
'The animals sat in the Ark and cried,
Their tears in torrents flowed.
Who was it said, "There's land ahead?"
Encouraging Mr. Toad!
'The army all saluted
As they marched along the road.
Was it the King? Or Kitchener?
No. It was Mr. Toad.
'The Queen and her Ladies-in-waiting
Sat at the window and sewed.
She cried, "Look! who's that handsome man?"
They answered, "Mr. Toad."'
There was a great deal more of the same sort, but too dreadfully conceited to be written down. These are some of the milder verses.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Grahame, and thanks for the fun! More fun is in store at the Poetry Friday Round-Up being held at Reflections on the Teche.