Roaming in the jungles of mind
Made me a koala in New South Wales-
With a Bedouin life and pouch,
Where my memory dwells!
Mind was innocent,
And heart worry free-
While I moved from place to place,
Like bottom to the top of tree!
No bills to pay, hassles,
Or checks to write-
And slept like a baby
Through each and every night!
Now, the din and bustle of city
Rattles the peace around my nest-
And keeps me hopping
With new hopes to have the best!
I know no limits or speed,
When and where to stop or run-
But mimic a few voices,
Without a choice just for fun!
Well, the cheers of my younger years
Seem to be coming to a halt-
So colleagues are ready to clap and sing:
Au revoir! Koala! Take life with a grain of salt!!