Koala sleeps, silent
(lazy as bats, all day)
sometimes hangs dangling,
or curls into a ball;
and comes back active and hungry
in the dark, when all’s quiet and slow
Koala springs up from the ground
from below the tree
lands its claws in the bark;
and Koala eats, enjoys the leaves
stays awake, then yawns
and sleeps again twenty or so
Koala sleeps, silent
all day
dangling or curled
which way it prefers
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