Behold the mighty kangaroo There’s quite a few around To some a pest and further west They’re as red as is the ground.
Our roos are quite the icon Comprising half the coat of arms They’re an emblem for a football team And a nuisance on most farms.
The Eastern grey will graze all day Its common near and far And active most at dawn and dusk Take care when in your car.
You’ll sometimes see the wallaby Wearing fur that’s thick and black He’s more reclusive than his mates And stays off the beaten track.
And further north tree kangaroos Live high amongst the leaves They sleep all day and feed at night Quite the masters of trapeze.
There’s lots of traits remarkable When referring to this mob Some stand as tall as seven feet And can maim or drown a dog.
The boomers, bucks or jacks are males Girls are flyers, does and jills. Their tail becomes an extra leg When moving slowly through the hills.
Their future in our heritage Is contested, that is true. But where would Aussie folklore be Without the mighty kangaroo.
Trudy Smith