Little Koalas

Sweet little koalas, your trees are all gone,
A fierce fire rages, darkening the dawn.
You try to run as fast as your short legs can,
Go my koalas, run from these crazy beasts called man.

Mama koala clings to her baby so dear, 
Through smoke and through danger, she battles her fear. 
Running from fire, she scans all around, 
Searching for shelter on solid ground. 

The climate is changing and wildlife is stressed, 
We’re chopping down forests, leaving them distressed. 
Our actions harm nature, we can’t look away, 
If we don’t make a change, we’ll all have to pay. 

Koalas, you’re a charming icon from the land down under, 
With a future that feels shadowed, it pulls me asunder. 
Must we not cherish and safeguard this natural place, 
As guardians of the wild, let’s honour their grace.

Go my koalas, run from these crazy beasts called man.