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In Her Pocket
 



Let's go for a ride in a kangaroo's pouch.
Now the track is quite bumpy,
up and down, 'Good grief! Ouch!'

Grab hold of her soft fur and cling very tight.
I can't see a thing
with my eyes closed in fright.

How does he manage, the kangaroo joey?
His mum is fair dinkum,
nothing pretense or showy.

She bounds and she bounces, hurrying along,
in dry, dusty country,
my goodness, she's strong!

At days end there's shade with soft grass to graze.
She empties her pocket
of all unknowns and strays.

'Thanks for that, Bluey,' I said with a sigh.
she just went on munching,
ignored my, 'Goodbye.'




Glossary:

fair dinkum: genuine
joey: baby kangaroo






By cherryk

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