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“Kookaburra, is it true?
Don’t you have anything else you can do?
You sit all day in the
old gum tree, laughing away, going hee hee hee.”
Koala picked up a fat,
wiggly wiggedy grub and plopped it in her mouth.
“They say you’re always
merry. Did you come from down south?”
The kookaburra sighed and
opened his beak. “I’m king of the bush, I am,” he did speak.
He let out a laugh,
filled the air with sweet song and then he laughed and laughed all day
long.
“I’m always happy! I’m
always gay! I’m full of life. I’m merry, so they say.”
The kookaburra gazed at
the gray koala bear. “Get moving along. Go on and play.”
Koala didn’t want to
leave; she liked the smell of the gum.
“I think I’ll stay here
with you and make you my new chum.”
I like eucalyptus and I
like to laugh and I like to sit.”
So she sat next to
Kookaburra and the two shared their wit. |
