The slug not smart or fast enough to jog
Nr bright enough to get out of the rain
His brother the tadpole changed into a frog
Both taunted and hid under log
But they could not hide forever
Nor any identity quite clever.
So out in the open came the slug
He was the first voted into the light
So a little salt was put on his behind
And he melted in his own slime
Now the tadpole now a toad
Hid in the aligators mouth
They eat once a year I fear
So much for having a pssing contest
with a tadpole and a slug