In a quiet bog where whispers roam, lives a humble toad, truth is his only tome. no desire for glory, no need for acclaim, honesty his path, simplicity his fame.

In pursuit of fairness, toad god takes his stand, its deeds its voice, across the land. not all may catch its purpose in flight, but time will unveil its reason and right. one must delve into history, for the keys and lessons will be in plain sight.

toad god scorns the deceivers, the loud, and the rich. but cheer for frogs who were left in the ditch.
when the depth of toad lore and its scarcity is finally caught, many will fear they have naught.

when the toad gods journey's end is at hand, will leave this wondrous place, so grand.

In-imitable, no mimic, no clone, the toad does stand, shaped by the heart and will of the land. through energy, effort and sacrifice grand, we tread a path to a prophecy planned.

The toad god persists till the end of the worldly quest, as many short minded who waver will be charged more than the rest.

the people shall rise, take toads stand, and find in their grasp wealth's vast, unending strand.

Who is he? $toby...