We asked Dad if we could have a pet.

He said, "Sure! Which one should we get?"

My sister, Myrtle, wanted a turtle.

My sister, Gurdie, begged for a birdie.

My sister, Trish, insisted on fish,

And I wanted a dog—or maybe a frog.

Dad said, "Work it out—find a compromise."

We did, and our choice took him by surprise.

Then, we dashed to the pet store to fulfill our wish

And came home carrying a birtlefrogdoggish.