The Horned Toad

HORNYKINS, Hornykins, open your eye, For close to your nose is a blue-bottle fly! Toadykins ruffle your spines and your frills And scurry away on the rocks to the hills!

Little squat goblin, all bristling with spikes, Flattened-out lizard that nobody likes, Stone-colored hermit of sage-brush and sand, You’re the drollest hobgoblin of no-baby’s land!