The Greater Glider

Fire is spreading all around

My home has fallen on the ground

My leader perished in the flame

My family were just the same

The hundred metres I can fly

I see none of us in the sky

Unlike a koala, I’m not well-known

So, you can’t help me when I’m all alone

500 hundred thousand is not a few

But 11 million the kangaroo

A man came in a big, huge truck

And an axe cut my home in one big chuck

Long cold nights all alone

No more family or food of bone

A chance of having kids one day

The possibility has gone away

I am a loveable and soft thing you see

So why does this need to happen to me?

I am a glider of the great, or Warda is my name

But my life, you see, will never, ever be the same.