koalas

the fluffy animals in the puffy trees

they are wild for a while

in a way i wanna stay

chop a tree, chop your knee

run away or i'll drop

find a new tree 'til you see

with the gum tree for a glub

as time will deceive, you will see

all this time it was meant to be 

more trees, more love

there are more than you know

this will help, for the world

our home is where we roam

we belong, we are strong

our glazing eyes, in our maze

in a zoo with a cue

i am grey in the day 

i am cuddly, what am i?