Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo
were travelling south
where the icy winds blew.
As night came around,
they found some flat ground
in the shade of a cave
where the river gums grew.
“It’s freezing down here,”
grumbled Old Kangaroo.
“But I’ll make a good fire
to warm us right through.
I’ve never seen trees
As enormous as these,
I’m sure I can find us a big log or two.”
So into the bush
Hopped Old Kangaroo,
Straight to the place
Where the biggest trees grew.
He was back in a while
With a humungous pile,
“This is great,” said his mate, “cos I’m shivering too.”
Then Old Kangaroo and his mate Cockatoo
fetched small sticks and big sticks
and old sticks and new.
They even took leaves
from the bushes and trees.
“This will soon warm our bones,” laughed the triumphant two.
As the fire came alive,
the old fellows threw
more branches, more logs,
and a giant tree or two.
Way up on high
they could see the sparks fly.
“I’m feeling much warmer,” said Old Kangaroo.
Then down from the ranges,
a little breeze blew,
and it whistled and whined
through the trees as it grew.
Soon everywhere
in the hot smoky air,
sparks from the roaring fire floated and flew.
“Now I’m … ouch! … much too hot,
complained Old Kangaroo,
“Well my feathers are melting,”
cried poor Cockatoo.
And as a fresh breeze
carried sparks to the trees,
the two silly friends were beginning to stew.
“Bushfire!” At last cried one of the two,
“Everything’s burning!
What are we to do?”
But try as they might,
it was too late to fight,
for feathers and fur were burning up too.
Yes, feathers and fur were burning up too –
Nothing was saved
as the fire roared through.
All the birds and the bees,
all the bushes and trees,
all the creatures that lived there,
had perished there too.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Many years later, a young kangaroo,
was travelling south
with his mate Cockatoo.
They stopped at the scene
where the fire had been,
and decided to camp
where the river gums grew.
“I’m shaking with cold,”
said one of the two.
“Let’s have a fire
to warm us right through.
I’ll get some sticks,
and a few little bits.
We don’t need too much –
just a small fire will do.”
Australian Children’s Poetry 