Digby the Wallaby

Inexperienced tourist from Kalamazoo
Yelled hey, mommy, there’s a small kangaroo!
I am not a kangaroo, I am a wallaby, you crazy kid
My tail is pointed and I can do a summersault and a skid

My name is Digby, feel free to wear it out
When people use my name, I do not care, worry or pout
I am from an island whose name you do not know I bet.
Please do not try to capture me, I am not a good kind of pet.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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