Down Under

Kangaroos bounce lower for tis the season some roo laze on their backs smoke electric cigarettes Green moments are discovered in Antarctica Give your thanks America give us your huddled elves your heaving tinsel mountains sprinkle all our glary nights Wild-eyed are the rug-rats they expect a baby-born one bearing gifts from Toyland alas alack the three wise guys took a wrong left in the sand and found themselves Outback they waltz now around the billabongs seeking the vapor trails of large marsupials and they, the Aussie big boppers the hoppers, are just chilling unwilling to face more festive day's nor shovel up or scoop yet more reindeer poop