By Klara, 10, NSW
Where the weather is humid, hot and dry,
And the birds there just love to fly.
Where the bushland sways,
And where all the creatures have their own ways.
And where the sun beats down endlessly on the red, bushy desert.
And the koalas in the gum trees are always alert,
For the brown, wild dog, the dingo, that’s him,
prowls around the gum tree while koalas don’t want to lose a limb.
The crocodile is snapping fish,
And serving them up for a bliss summer dish.
The kangaroo hops around the place,
Chasing the hum of busy flies, like a wild goose chase.
The wallabies always avoid the hot sun,
They lie down under a rock away from all fun.
The platypus is in the water feasting on worms and yabbies,
He eats as much as he does weigh, every single day.
And the emu is running across the charred plains,
Kicking up dust for the hope of everlasting rain.
The echidna is around snuffling and looking for ants,
Burying his nose in the overgrown plants.
Old man wombat is in his burrow taking a nap,
And all the creatures know he is a tired old chap.
The Tasmanian devil roars to the sky,
And then he sits and waits for a thundering reply.
Australia is beautiful, unique and wild,
And each animal here is the bushland’s native child.
The kookaburra tilts his head back and laughs “hoo ha ha, hoo ha ha”,
To let all the creatures know that Australia is their home.
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