A Quokka the size of cat,
Looks a bit like a giant rat,
But is closer to a kangaroo,
And harming one is quite taboo.
They always go out at night,
But one had a terrible fright,
As he merrily bounced,
A Tiger Quoll pounced.
In a deadly pin,
Facing a scary grin,
Held with paws,
And powerful jaws,
Our Quokka stayed alert,
In the dirt,
Seeming stuck,
Until a stroke of luck...
When he couldn't run,
The earth hid the moon from the sun,
All three in a straight line,
At exactly the right time.
The moon turned crimson,
While being hidden.
The Quoll looked up with fear,
And said, "Oh dear,
I see a red moon sphere."
Our Quokka was really quick,
To think of a trick,
To make a Quoll fool,
Saying in a voice so cool:
"Only I can change it back,
So stop your foolish attack.
From now on make a sacrifice,
You must promise to always be nice.
Eat only Quandong nuts and drups,
Not forgetting to teach your pups."
The Quoll with spots so white,
Had such a fright,
He became a Tiger Quoll,
With a truly kind soul.
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