We Are to Blame

Koalas are like a warm glass of milk,

Filling anyone who is near,

With a warm fuzzy sensation,

Of being loved.

Koalas are the shield for the joeys,

Protecting them with all they can, 

Filtering the harsh environment,

Burning around them.

Even though they try their hardest,

Evil climate change lurks around the corner,

Burning them alive

Like a roast on the barbecue.

Population depleting,

Burns like nothing before.

Vets trying to help,

We are to blame.

Yes we are to blame

For all this pain,

The next generation might not see,

The beauties koalas hold.