I initially got the house for a wren
As they frequently did visit me
But that is not what has moved in
A Cuban tree frog, is what I got
Is it right to allow him to stay
He is happily safe here, is he not
But he eats all of his Florida brothers
Which I now see less and less
He creates a monoculture absent of others
I do now know when it is going to rain
For he will come out and tell me
His Cuban song makes it very very plain
But I wanted to create a home for a wren
With a very different kind of song
I guess Plucky the Frog is where this story will end