Wilma’s Good Deed

Wilma Wallaby hopped along
And burst into a cheery song,
In the hot Australian sun
She loved to hop and skip and run.

An injured bird heard Wilma sing
And said, “Please stop, I’ve hurt my wing.”

Wilma stopped and, bending down,
She picked the bird up off the ground,
And popped him in her pouch so he
Was safe from dangers there might be.

She found him bits of food to eat
Until the bird was on his feet,
And thanking Wilma for her care
He flew away into the air.

Wilma missed her little friend
But when the day came to an end,
He flew back down to have a sleep
In Wilma’s pouch, so warm and deep.

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke