My Morning Stroll

Once I was walking,
Not too fast or too slow.
And upon looking down,
I saw a toad.
He smiled and tipped his little brown hat,
As gentlemen often do things like that.
He asked me how to get to Parkington Square,
And I told him politely it was just over there.
He nodded and tipped his hat once more,
And we continued on,
Much as before.