Kangaroos - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Kangaroo has much to do
it eats the grass with some pizzaz,
it often hops and seldom stops.
And all the males have crooked tails,
in morning's haze can't see the Grays,
much more well-fed, those are the Red.
As you will see, there's Wallaby,
an energetic, aptly genetic
blue blood relation, a revelation
to Yanks and Franks from foreign flanks.
So, tourists, all, come in the Fall
when the 'roo skin is not so thin.
You might say 'ouch' when in the pouch
you see the tyke, but you will like
his little head, there, in his bed.
A Kangaroo is just like you,
except that males have crooked tails.
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