Wild Kangaroos

Australia land of Marsupials giants
Five million shot and killed every year
Not by the Aboriginie No by the Farmers
The shooters paid handsomely butchers at night
Roo’s do not see well
That’s when they hunt them
Supposed
To be males
But females get shot
Many with joeys and pinkies
A lot
That’s when they feed
When the shooters drive there
And cut off their heads and tails
And gut them, unfair you bet
It’s their country wild souls supreme
Carnage each evening
More than it may seem

Golf courses green spaces
Artificially built in the deserts
For the rich yea they be
Knocking their balls
Into the hole
And are frightened by Kanga’s
As if that’s their role

They move to wild spaces
And want to play
Where the wikd roo’s are living and roaming
Each day
So the golfers are weary are frightened ha ha
And the clubs they lose money
And are trying to bar
Roo’s from the areas
Getting them shot
Man taken on wild souls
He don’t like a lot

The Marsupials aren’t all bad
They help to spread seed
Reduce forest fires
They are helpful indeed
They were here first
Natives you see
Some 60,000 years
Of true history

Main roads cars speeding
Road kills a lot
Cyclists moan
Many are shot
Leaping the countrysides fences
And walls
It is their land too
The carnage appals