Please spare a thought for dear departed Bobby,

who pooh-poohed all the warnings from his Dad,

when breeding frogs became his newest hobby

his Father hoped 'twas just a passing fad.

He sat him down and gave his son a lecture,

explaining all the dangers of the toad,

but Bobby saw this purely as conjecture,

and headed down his fatal one-way road.

The first warts then appeared, he tried to pick them,

but soon they spread to belly, arms and legs,

he merely got the neighbor's dog to lick them,

continuing to play with bullfrogs' eggs.

His pet amphibians were multiplying,

he dug some ponds beside the garden path,

inside the house his Mum was loudly crying,

a thousand tadpoles occupied the bath!

The boy was one day hit by constipation,

and fainted on the sixth or seventh day,

the doctor said he'd need an operation,

an ambulance was summoned right away.

The surgery was deep and complicated,

the scalpels flew, and nurses probed and poked,

his heart rate stopped, they quickly fibrillated,

but no response, the boy had sadly croaked.

A lesson's there, it simply needs detecting,

you kids should listen to your Dad and Mum,

you want a hobby? Take up stamp collecting,

or else you'll die, from warts upon the bum!
 

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