THE KANGAROOS HAVE LANDED!

I FELL ONE NIGHT, WELL IT WAS DARK! THEN WOUND MY WAY INTO A PARK IT'S PEOPLED BUT WITH KANGAROOS WHO HAVE LOST ONE OR MORE OF SHOES BETTER THAN LOSING PANTS, I GUESS WHO CARES! SIT DOWN! PUT ON YOUR DRESS! TIME FOR LUNCH. OH BOY, WE GROWL SOUP IS COLD, THE CHICKEN FOWL AT SHOWERTIME, IT'S BEST TO SING FOR THAT CURES WARTS AND EVERYTHING WELL, ALMOST—WE STILL HAVE TO BATHE REMEMBER NOSE STAYS WHEN YOU SHAVE! EACH DAY WE HEAR SOMEBODY'S VIEWS AGAIN AND AGAIN—JUST LIKE THE NEWS AND STORIES—THERE'S NO PLACE TO HIDE SO WE STEAL A NAP UNTIL IT SUBSIDES I'M PRETTY SURE NOW ABOUT THIS PARK IT'S WHERE WE GO WHEN IT GETS DARK NO ONE HERE SEEMS TO BE ADEPT AT REMEMBERING THINGS BEFORE WE SLEPT OR WHO YOU ARE, OR MAYBE ME OR ANYTHING THAT STARTS WITH "THE" AT ADJECTIVES WE ONLY SHRUG AND A SYNONYM—ISN'T THAT A BUG? SOME TAKE TO WHISTLING IN THE DARK AND CREATE WAYS TO ESCAPE THIS PARK YET NO ONE LEAVES FOR THIS IS HOME AND KANGAROOS ARE TOO OLD TO ROAM