Once there was a kangaroo,
Whose colour was a peculiar blue.
He hopped around, from town to town,
Wearing a bright red velvet gown.
With a pocket watch and his bow tie neat,
He’d greet folks on the street.
“Hoppity day, isn’t it?” he’d say,
Then he’d simply hop away.
In a bustling city or some quiet bay,
His uniqueness brightened every day.
Popping in with a joyful bound,
He’d scatter laughter all around.
He’d share stories in rhyme and verse,
Of places far, and some diverse,
About a koala who could sing,
Or a pelican with a broken wing.
Through winter’s chill and summer’s glow,
He’d amuse both friend and foe,
With antics that would make you swoon,
Like juggling pies under the moon.
A wonder seen in morning’s hue,
So full of life, yet steady too;
He bids the heart to start anew,
Our bounding guide, the blue kangaroo.
Robert Walker 