Mr Toad is sick.
Noddy was a happy chap,
In his car; red, blue and yellow,
Driving up and down the road,
He was such a happy fellow,
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One day while driving roundabout,
Noddy heard a cry, you see,
Help, help, it called, lest I might die,
I have the flue, said he.
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Applying brakes, stopping fast,
Noddy wondered who it was,
Who’s that? he asked, looking around,
His mind was all agog.
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It’s me, he answered, it’s Mr Toad,
I am feeling ill and sick,
Bring me to the doctor, please,
Drive your car quick, quick!
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Hop in my car you poor, poor thing,
Said Noddy to the Toad,
I’ll bring you there so very fast,
Your feet will touch your nose,
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The doc will know just what to do,
He’ll fix you up, real strong,
With pills and potions, drugs and cures,
You won’t be ill for…
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