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.