If I rode a kangaroo

If I rode a kangaroo
Across the desert dry.
We’d jump under the sizzling sun
While roaming wild and free
We’d soar across the land down under
Breathing the hot dry air
Dance with the dry dirt.
We’d chase the sunsets
Over the mountain.
We’d sing of sun-kissed days
On a desert field of brown dirt
Glorious summer sunshine and winter 
Rains severe county drought and the desert plains.