The illusive Roo what can they do?

A great leap of faith

In the day of the ROO

Seen as a pest

As many now do

Made into leather

For footballs alas!

And murdered to fulfil

the meat eating mass

Man points his fingers

and others agree

The ROO creates damage

and man, now he be

out in the countryside

violating

Everything he gets his hands on

the thing

thats different from man

He rules the world

The ROO is a wild thing

a victim whose hurled

blamed for man’s errors

and living in fear

and dying out sadly

to me that is clear

Who painted the sky?

with such yellows and grey

Not men with their bombs

That blow you away

Who sculptured the trees?

With their gentle format

Not man he was too busy

making kid’s fat

With his sugary drinks

and his corn syrup bars

ruining everything

this side of Mars

He resented the ROOS

and the trees often stood

Where in his mind

his dream

house now could

Stand in a copse

of green grass and flowers

With a fifty foot screen

and a few concrete cows