Stranded in a bucket, far away from normalcy,
a broken wing'ed song bird, floated through a coral reef.
She stood up on her clawy feet, and chirped a brand new song
“Forty days of exile, was very much too long!”
She hopped onto the rainbow shore and clawed the doughy sand.
“Finally a place to live, I knew that there was such a land.”
Inland bound she had set a course, in a waddling sort of dash.
Beaking sticks along the way, to build a nest from scratch.
“Home sweet home” the song bird sang, shadowed by a tall tree's shade.
“I'll gather food and fix my wing, tonight I'll chirp a serenade.”
A nearby grassy field that she found, had many worms to eat.
Though as she searched for for them, she stumbled into a pair of great bit furry feet.
“G'day stranger” said the monster, leaning toward the ground.
“You must be new here, because I've for certain not ever once, seen your little self around.”
“Y-yes, that's right, I floated here, f-from across the sea.
I mean no harm my giant friend so please d-don't eat me!”
“That's laughable, you affable and very pleasant bird.
I eat leaves and bark from trees, not the animals of earth.”
Backing up, the song bird saw in light, an utmost friendly face.
A kangaroo with light brown fur, and a smile with no end in trace.
“I need to ask a favor, since I cannot seem to reach.
Can you cut me down a coconut, from the tree that's by the beach?”
The bird sighed “I am broken though, I have no way to fly.”
“You can help” claimed the kangaroo, “together we can try.”
So they walked across the field of green, and came up to the spot.
“This is my new home though. I can't believe your fruit's on top.”
The kangaroo looked up. “Yes, I'm afraid that it's at least seven feet above my hop.”
The nervous bird cried “But I cannot fly! I cannot reach a feat so high.”
“But I can level the vertical tree, so that you can walk on by.”
He jumped flat on his back, and pushed with all of his might.
Using his feet until the treetop bent down out of sight.
“Hurry up, scurry! Go fetch me that food!
Be quick, I can't hold it forever my dude.”
She darted up the bent over and prickly bark,
chirping with every step, oh that fierce little lark!
Reaching the top she pecked pecked and pecked.
Two coconuts dropped and there was only one left.
“Get off” yelled the holder upper of the tree.
“Get off! This wood is too strong for me!”
“But this is your dinner!” and more pecking ensued.
“I'll get you a nice abundance of food.”
Plop. That was it, the coconut fell.
About to jump off, but she could already tell..
Her furry brown friend was still on the ground,
as she got higher and higher, with a great wooshing sound!
Sprung into action, she expected to most quite assuredly die.
Falling to earth, she felt a cool wind pass on by.
Instincts screamed “Catch it!” as she passed over more trees.
So she opened her wings, and embraced the slow breeze.
“Oh the feeling, the joy, the air that I borrow!
I'll live on to fly for another tomorrow!”
Diving in fast, but landing so soft,
the bird sprinted back to her spring of a loft.
“I did it, I haven't in forty-five days!”
But the kangaroo just sat there, and seemed unamazed.
“You'll have to tell me that story sometime,
and maybe I'll tell you a story of mine.
For now though, lets eat, I've cracked our dinner in two.
One half for me and one half for you.”
They sat there and watched the waves hit the reef.
As a small bucket floated back out to sea.
