The Greater Glider

The Greater Glider, spreading their wings,

Oh, what joy do they bring?

Fire spreading across the trees,

They glide around with such ease.

Their giant ears and big black eyes,

They love eating leaves, never flies!

But without hollow trees, they can’t survive,

So we need more trees to let them thrive.

My home is being destroyed by fire

They are now nothing to admire

Our population declining, nearly done

We will be gone, no more fun

Everyone saying, “They don’t stand a chance!”

I swear we can just not at first glance.

So please I beg, don’t let us die,

My friends, my family, we all want to fly.