Rivers, banks and trees, All have types of me If my third letter was autocorrected I'd be a meal between lunch and breakfast

In ponds we dwell, in songs we tell, Our secrets loud, our stories swell, Green skin ablaze, with eyes so bright, We leap with joy, in morning's light. In rainforest depths, we sing our song, In backyard ponds, our leaps are strong, We blend with greens, with browns we hide, Semi-aquatic in disguise.

I'm on skin. I'm with your name. I help track fauna. I'm a children's game.

Out among the trees, With shelter that moves with ease You'll pay no rent, but might pay fees.

I can be a type of shot in pool or the edge of a river where you can stay cool. I’m a better place than a mattress to store your money or what a movie might make if it is epically funny.