I’m pretty cool, after all I’m a frog,
Who’d want to be a hairy dog?
I like it warmer to get me going,
It sets my body’s cold blood flowing.
I can stick on walls and climb up trees,
Gaze in the eyes of birds and bees,
But not too close that the birds see me,
Or I might become their afternoon tea.
Look at my back legs, they’re all muscle,
They’re designed to get me out of tussles,
With fish and birds who want to chase me,
And evade those who’ll garlic baste me,
…Only joking, I’m not at all tasty.
And now I can sing and keep you awake,
You’ll be amazed at the noise I can make,
You’ll hear I’ve mastered a drilling croak,
Which at 10 pm you’ll think is no joke.
My cackle is loud so others can hear me
Five gardens away as I sit in your tree,
I may not be pretty but please don’t fear me,
I’m a Peron’s Tree Frog and adorable really.