Toodle Loo My Baby Kangaroo
My messy pouch was now full of goo
I was not happy between me and you
I looked inside and felt quite blue.
You have to go, Honey, indeed you do!
But I am merely twenty-two!
Argued my son, the kangaroo
What kind of life would I have boo?
If I left my sweet mother at twenty-two?
Come on I urged. I was forceful too.
You need to put on clothes and maybe woo
A female who could start a family with you.
It’s time to go, so Toodle-loo, my baby Kangaroo.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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