Stopping by the Swamp on a Journey for Money

Who's frogs these are I think I know,
his factory is in the swamp though
 
He will not see me dumping here,
to watch his swamp fill up with woe
 
My stinky factory must make it clear,
to stop production a nightmare fear
 
Between the cat tails and lilypads,
the thickest water of the year
 
Frog gives his tiny tadpoles a shake,
to see if there is some mistake
 
The only other sound is his weep,
of foul wind and a disgusting lake

But I've got a mortgage to keep

and frogs to kill before I sleep
and frogs to kill before I sleep

 (Copy Change Poetry: Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)