THE KANGAROOS HAVE LANDED!
I FELL ONE NIGHT, WELL IT WAS DARK!
THEN WOUND MY WAY INTO A PARK
IT'S PEOPLED BUT WITH KANGAROOS
WHO HAVE LOST ONE OR MORE OF SHOES
BETTER THAN LOSING PANTS, I GUESS
WHO CARES! SIT DOWN! PUT ON YOUR DRESS!
TIME FOR LUNCH. OH BOY, WE GROWL
SOUP IS COLD, THE CHICKEN ALWAYS FOWL
AT SHOWERTIME, IT'S BEST TO SING
FOR THAT CURES WARTS AND EVERYTHING
WELL, ALMOST—WE STILL HAVE TO BATHE
REMEMBER NOSE STAYS WHEN YOU SHAVE!
EACH DAY WE HEAR SOMEBODY'S VIEWS
AGAIN AND AGAIN—JUST LIKE THE NEWS
AND STORIES—THERE'S NO PLACE TO HIDE
SO WE STEAL A NAP UNTIL IT SUBSIDES
I'M PRETTY SURE NOW ABOUT THIS PARK
IT'S WHERE WE GO WHEN IT GETS DARK
NO ONE HERE SEEMS TO BE ADEPT
AT REMEMBERING BEFORE WE SLEPT
OR WHO YOU ARE, OR MAYBE ME
OR ANYTHING THAT STARTS WITH "THE"
AT ADJECTIVES WE ONLY SHRUG
AND A SYNONYM—IS THAT A BUG?
SOME TAKE TO WHISTLING IN THE DARK
AND CREATE WAYS TO ESCAPE THIS PARK
YET NO ONE LEAVES FOR THIS IS HOME
AND KANGAROOS ARE TOO OLD TO ROAM
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