
Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

Joy of theatre
worth sitting on the floor for—
mum’s errands can wait.

Grinning at the sun,
slicing through the horizon—
a kangaroo hops.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.

Though twilight’s set in
our cranes reach out for the moon
human kind aims high