Poor Little Koalas

Poor littles koala’s sitting in a tree

You’re hurting their home can’t you see

In their home flowers bloom

They’ll be gone soon

Small eyes, big ears and a button type nose

All night and day sleep, eat and have toes

Please don’t cut down their tree’s

They squish, hug and squeeze

No home they’ll be gone

None of them will respawn

Leaves fly over the night sky

As they say goodbye

They will be gone forever

None of them will be together

They won’t be fine

But they’ll still shine

Don’t cut their tree’s, you don’t have a choice

In your dreams you’ll hear their voice

Cutting their tree’s is very sad

In this world it should be banned