Bounding

The kangaroo bounds, wild and free
It bounds right past the old gum tree
The kangaroo jumps and suffers a fright
It can feel the tension in the air tonight

Its skin looks worn and battered and bruised
The kangaroo lives the back page news
But the kangaroo flies to the arms of a hunter
Much to the chagrin of an ill-meaning punter

The hunter lines the kanga up for the kill
He inches forward, unwilling to spill
He lays out the kanga with one violent drop
And the kangaroo flies, unwilling to stop

Into the woods the kangaroo soars
Eliciting grunts and cheers and roars
The kangaroo delivers the hunter his prize
And footy fans in the stands can’t help but rise