Kangaroo's

We love our Kanga's We call them skip They bounce up high From their hip. We love our food, Flowers, leaves, grass Don’t feed me meat, I’ll have to pass. We are everywhere In the country, Forests, woodlands, grassy plains, We go in hiding when it rains. Our babies, are called Joey's We live to 6 years old Sometimes we are Uncontrolled. We jump very high That's no lie. A group of us is called a mob We hop and hop We do not bob. Love us or hate us We do not make fuss We love our land We live on it Unplanned…