We started off early on the Hay Plain
On a hot Summer's day in Summer's frame
Just past the cotton fields standing straight
Was a big red kangaroo who decided we had to wait
So we slowed and stopped with the sun behind him
And he eyed us off whilst deciding to begin
He proudly stood up on hind legs and tail
At nine feet tall that certainly wasn't a fail
So he slowly turned and left the road
Whilst in the king of the bush mode
© Paul Warren Poetry
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