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…
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