Over the road

There hopped a toad

The wrinkles on his back were all

Grey, green and gold

Over the hill

He stands there still

The mission of his journey was

Meant to do me ill

Arthur was his name

Poison was his game

The venom he delivered

Burnt like a flickering flame

Arthur was his name

Poison was his game

The venom he delivered

Burnt like a flickering flame

Arthur was his name

Poison was his game

The venom he delivered

Burnt like a flickering flame

Over the road

There hopped a toad

The wrinkles on his back were all

Grey, green and gold

Over the field

Arthur would not yield

The wickedness of his purpose was

Still to be revealed

Arthur was his name

Poison was his game

The venom he delivered

Burnt like a flickering flame

Go away, Arthur!

Be gone!

Hop off, Arthur!

Go away!

That's the last I want to see of you, Arthur

You poisonous toad

Yeah, goodbye, Arthur!