Hi, I’m a koala

But don’t be mistaken, for I am not an impala

My life is as simple as it gets

However, I have many threats

Pinkish, circular creatures

And they sometimes sit on a bleacher.

Are demolishing my wonderful home

With a tool made out of chrome.

The forests are crying,

Koalas are dying

Day after day, we try to stay strong

But all of this is still prolonged

It’s in your hands now what you choose

Help us or keep on buying expensive shoes.