In the backyard, there are treasures,
There are treasures all around,
If I look hard in my back yard,
All the treasures can be found.
Found some pine cones and an anthill,
And a toad all squashed and dead.
I can hide them in my pocket,
And I'll keep them 'neath my bed.
Momma found them in my pocket,
So she yelled and screamed and cried.
"You can keep those rotten pine cones,
But can't keep the toad that died."
So I took them to the backyard,
To her flower bed to rest.
I'm so glad she didn't find that
Beetle hidden in her desk!