Once there was a kangaroo,

Whose colour was a peculiar blue.

He hopped around, from town to town,

Wearing a bright red velvet gown.

With a pocket watch and his bow tie neat,

He’d greet folks on the street.

“Hoppity day, isn’t it?” he’d say,

Then he’d simply hop away.

In a bustling city or some quiet bay,

His uniqueness brightened every day.

Popping in with a joyful bound,

He’d scatter laughter all around.

He’d share stories in rhyme and verse,

Of places far, and some diverse,

About a koala who could sing,

Or a pelican with a broken wing.

Through winter’s chill and summer’s glow,

He’d amuse both friend and foe,

With antics that would make you swoon,

Like juggling pies under the moon.

A wonder seen in morning’s hue,

So full of life, yet steady too;

He bids the heart to start anew,

Our bounding guide, the blue kangaroo.