I'm glad she's doing well and that you've figured out the mystery. It made me think of Mason Williams's "Them Poems," which has one about toad sucking. Williams wrote and recorded the late 60's instrumental hit, "Classical Gas," with acoustic guitar and sweeping violins. He also had poems that he'd chant on the nightclub circuit, and this one seems just perfect for Lulu:
Them Toad Suckers
How about Them Toad Suckers,
Ain't they clods?
Sittin' there suckin'
Them green toady-frogs.
Suckin' them hop-toads,
Suckin' them chunkers,
Suckin' them leapy types,
Suckin' them plunkers.
Look at Them Toad Suckers,
Ain't they snappy?
Suckin' them bog-frogs
Sure makes'em happy.
Them huggermugger Toad Suckers,
Way down south,
Stickin' them sucky-toads
In they mouth.
How to be a Toad Sucker?
No way to duck it.
Gittchyself a toad,
Rare back and suck it!