A very tiny kangaroo About three inches high Hopped up to me one afternoon And looked me in the eye “Why hello Roo, how do you do?” I asked the little guy
(He had no pouch Which is how, you see That I knew that the roo Was a he and not she)
The roo and me, we drank some tea As the afternoon rolled by We lay in the grass and watched the clouds As they sailed across the sky ‘Till the fireflies danced their sleepy dance And the kangaroo waved goodbye