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Koala Bears

A G+ friend +ashley bateson said he read a children's poem I wrote to a five year old friend of his. She said she liked it, but said it needed a koala bear. So, I wrote a poem about koala bears. I hope she enjoys it (and all of you)!


Koala Bears

Australia is the place they stay,
in the trees they spend their day.

Plump and fuzzy koala bears,
they have funny, hairy ears.

If you call them bears, it's not unusual,
the real name is of course, marsupial.

Sharp claws help them to climb,
see them in a tree sometime.

Koalas like eucalyptus trees,
love to chew upon the leaves.

Sit in nooks or forks to sleep
for eighteen hours, what a treat!

A smell like cough drops fill the air,
from the leaves they eat up there.

Cheeks are stuffed, they eat so many,
they need to find trees aplenty!

When not in trees they run so fast,
hurry, look, they run right past!

Pouches are where baby cubs stay,
on mommy's belly joeys love to lay.

Do you have a koala bear near you,
or can you see them in your zoo?

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

Image: Andjam, August 3, 2006, Australia Zoo, Queensland, Australia.

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