The Tree-Toad

James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) · 1883–1901

iambic tetrameter · 28 lines · from Riley Farm-Rhymes

"'S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad,"I've twittered fer rain all day;And I got up soon,And hollered tel noon--But the sun, hit blazed away,Tell I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole,Weary at hart, and sick at soul!

"Dozed away fer an hour,And I tackled the thing agin:And I sung, and sung,Tel I knowed my lungWas jest about give in;And THEN, thinks I, ef hit don't rain NOW,They's nothin' in singin', anyhow!

"Onc't in a while some farmerWould come a-drivin' past;And he'd hear my cry,And stop and sigh--Tel I jest laid back, at last,And I hollered rain tel I thought my th'oatWould bust wide open at ever' note!

"But I FETCHED her!--O I FETCHED her!--'Cause a little while ago,As I kindo' set,With one eye shet,And a-singin' soft and low,A voice drapped down on my fevered brain,A-sayin',--'EF YOU'LL JEST HUSH I'LL RAIN!'"

Words in this poem

jest n.
A deed; an action; a gest. [OE. jeste, geste, deed, action, story, tale, OF. geste, LL. gesta, orig., exploits, neut. pl. from L. gestus, p. p. of gerere to bear, carry, accomplish, perfor]
tackled a.
Made of ropes tacked together.
anyhow adv.
In any way or manner whatever; at any rate; in any event.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

The Tree-Toad is in the public domain. This text is taken from Riley Farm-Rhymes, Project Gutenberg ebook #4783; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

Cite as: James Whitcomb Riley, The Tree-Toad, in Riley Farm-Rhymes (1883–1901), text of Project Gutenberg ebook #4783, Laurel, https://laurelpoetry.com/poem/riley-farm-rhymes/the-tree-toad.html, id L01970.

Form and metre

The Tree-Toad is 28 lines in 4 stanzas of 7 lines each. The metre is iambic tetrameter, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 81%). 94% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.0 syllables. 2 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 11% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end.

See other poems in iambic tetrameter.

Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -ABBACC toad · dayA · soonB · noonB · awayA · holeC · soulC
  2. 2 -ABBACC hour · aginA · sungB · lungB · inA · nowC · anyhowC
  3. 3 -ABBACC farmer · pastA · cryB · sighB · lastA · th'oatC · noteC
  4. 4 -ABBACC her · agoA · setB · shetB · lowA · brainC · rainC
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against iambic tetrameter. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
"'S cur'ous-like," said the tree-toad,8········
"I've twittered fer rain all day;7·······
And I got up soon,5·····
And hollered tel noon--5·/˘··
But the sun, hit blazed away,7·····˘/
Tell I jest clumb down in a crawfish-hole,10·······/··
Weary at hart, and sick at soul!8/˘······
"Dozed away fer an hour,7·˘/··/˘
And I tackled the thing agin:8··/˘··˘/
And I sung, and sung,5·····
Tel I knowed my lung5·····
Was jest about give in;6······
And THEN, thinks I, ef hit don't rain NOW,9·········
They's nothin' in singin', anyhow!9·/˘·/˘/˘·
"Onc't in a while some farmer7·····/˘
Would come a-drivin' past;6······
And he'd hear my cry,5·····
And stop and sigh--4····
Tel I jest laid back, at last,7·······
And I hollered rain tel I thought my th'oat10··/˘······
Would bust wide open at ever' note!9···/˘·/˘·
"But I FETCHED her!--O I FETCHED her!--8········
'Cause a little while ago,7··/˘·˘/
As I kindo' set,5·····
With one eye shet,4····
And a-singin' soft and low,7··/˘···
A voice drapped down on my fevered brain,9······/˘·
A-sayin',--'EF YOU'LL JEST HUSH I'LL RAIN!'"9·/˘······

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