Edgar Allan Toad (Size with frame)
Oil on Board
15 3/4 x 15 3/4 in
He was a sad kind of toad, Who wrote while sitting by the road. While within his hair was growing, A grass so green he should be mowing. But he left it there, This forest in his hair. He let it bloom and sway, And hoped it would never go away. He was happy to smile and explore That he would be saddened nevermore.