Tasmanian devil, as shy as she is,

cleans the forest floor from all the gore.

She eats dead animals,

she tears mouthfuls off.

Crunch the bones! Chew the flesh!

Scream the loudest, get it all!

Her pouch is backwards,

with all her babies inside.

Only four babies will survive.

The others will all die.

They drink the milk and they grow.

When they are nearly grown,

trees are their only safety,

adults can't climb.

She gets ill.

Scientists try to find medicine to cure,

oh, this terrible sickness.

But cars run them over too.

We should look in case they cross.