O What A Flowery Track Lies Spread

Spring Was Moving In The Air Above And In The Earth Below And Around Him, Penetrating Even His Dark And Lowly Little House With Its Spirit Of Divine Discontent And Longing.

Then Suddenly The Mole Felt A Great Awe Fall Upon Him, An Awe That Turned His Muscles To Water, Bowed His Head, And Rooted His Feet To The Ground. It Was No Panic Terror - Indeed He Felt Wonderfully At Peace And Happy - But It Was An Awe That Smote And Held Him And, Without Seeing, He Knew It Could Only Mean That Some August Presence Was Very, Very Near.

Secrets Had An Immense Attraction To Him, Because He Never Could Keep One, And He Enjoyed The Sort Of Unhallowed Thrill He Experienced When He Went And Told Another Animal, After Having Faithfully Promised Not To.

Animals When In Company Walk In A Proper And Sensible Manner, In Single File, Instead Of Sprawling All Across The Road And Being Of No Use Or Support To Each Other In Case Of Sudden Trouble Or Danger.

The Clever Men Of Oxford, Know All That There Is To Be Knowed But They None Of Them Know One Half As Much As Intelligent Mr. Toad.