The Kangaloon

One evening down by Glow-Worm Glen
we noticed, in the dark,
the glow-worms with their bags all packed
leaving the national park!

“The Kangaloon”, said one of them
as they passed us on the track,
“it’s terrified us half to death
with all its thump and thwack.”

We were a little frightened
as we went on down the glen,
and soon there was this thumping noise.
Wait! There it goes again.

The full moon now was rising
and then an awful “Screek!”
came from behind a tree-fern
just past Bong-Bong Creek.

“The Kangaloon!”, we said at once
and there, in moonlight’s glow,
the strangest thing you ever saw
was putting on a show.

With legs and tail of kangaroo
it bounced with leaps so wide.
Its top half, like an emu,
swayed from side to side.

“It’s so bizarre”, we heard it say,
“when full moon comes around
I get into a crazy mood
and thump along the ground.”

“Don’t go away”, we pleaded,
“we want to see some more.
Your dance is really quite unique.
What else have you in store?”

This cheered the Kangaloon a lot.
It flapped and squawked and twirled,
making all the bush around
into a magic world.

And one by one, little green lights
were flashing now and then.
The glow-worms, hearing all the fun
had come back to the glen.

So now the happy Kangaloon
performs each full moon night,
with lighting by the glow-worms
who add to the delight.