Weary Squeals of the Platypus

As the sun shone upon the Hawkesbury,

The Hawkesbury River seemed gloomy and eerie.

The small, brown platypus population plummeting,

The pieces of plastic heavily contributing.

Once sparkling, the water is now filled with toxic waste,

The sun is now setting, the horizon lit with orange.

Come, friend, we must act now to fix our grave mistake.

For tomorrow, the cute platypus that we so deeply value,

May disappear and die, something we cannot undo.