Koala poem

Up in the trees, high above the forest, lives a little bear, eating leaves out of boredom, up in the canopies it crawls and climbs, grabbing onto branches to chew and grind, but down come the trees, from all around, the poor koala has no way out, impending doom is creeping closer, down come the trees and crash go the lumbers, the koala has sealed its fate, we won't be able to save the koalas at his rate