Born to live a life of sleep,
Not living anymore in the jungles deep.
A façade of cuteness housing fiery instincts.
Deceiving humans among some other things.
Four hours a day at the dinner table,
Choosy in the eucalyptus leaves they eat,
Eating by night deaf to old Nan’s fables,
Sleeping by morning, listening to man’s beats.
Lonely Australian marsupials,
With a mild fortress in Brisbane,
Loved by all,
But left to die by a hypocritical disdain.