Fuzzy gray Koala sitting in a tree
Sitting so soft and happily
Eating all the yummy eucalyptus leaves
Just like a Koala ought to be.

"How many thumbs have you, Mr. K?"
"Two on each hand!" he replied my way.
"I can climb trees and I don't eat hay.
I would let you pet me but you'd have to pay."

I didn't have money so I turned to go
And he kept sitting like he was before,
munching all he wanted, leaves galore,
I left him in my truck with an engine's roar.