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
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2022 07:29
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Comments2
An entertaining tale, even if Froggy's neighbours don't like him being there. I enjoyed the read.
Oh this is delightful. It's helpful to have a 'weatherman' to tell you that it's going to rain.
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