The road and the toad

The road had a fork, a fork was in the road
In the middle of it I could see a toad.
Then I ask him, oh, toad, do you know,
Can you tell me the direction to go?

The toad took a moment looking at me,
Although with narrow eyes, hard to see.
“Oh, well, my dear, that’s hard to say.
I can’t really tell you the direction to take.”

Then the toad, with all his majestic poise,
Spoke to me with his low sounding voice:
“I can’t really tell you the direction to go,
It depends on the destination, you know.”

That simple thought caught me by surprise!
How could a toad so little be so wise?
Where I want to be, myself I should ask,
And that’s, really, my prominent task!