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Thousands of roos are shot each night while we sleep.
The hunters kill them for the profits they reap.
If our national emblems you want to cherish and keep
Then surely knowing of this would make you just want to weep.
If you have heard that they are pests then please understand….
Kangas are native fauna, they don’t damage our land.
When they slaughter a mother roo they take not one life but three.
Her terrified at-foot joey into the desert will flee.
With his caring mother no longer alive
Alone, on his own, he will never survive.
Her in-pouch joey has no better luck.
With an iron pipe his head will be struck.
Dying mum hung on the side of a truck.
What a sickening way to earn a buck!
So will you buy their fur or eat the flesh of roos?
The lives of two joeys may depend on what you choose.
Shame on the cafes with roo steaks on their menu.
Surely such a serving should really be taboo!
Macadamias or bush herbs can add Aussie flavour
To restaurant dishes for all our tourists to savour.
And our kangaroos should all be left running rife
For tourists to enjoy them as unique wildlife.
So that our kangaroos do not end up a mere legend
Upon consumers choices I’m afraid they do depend.
With your purchasing power their slaughter you know you could end
Just think of those joeys when your dollars you spend.
Will hunters stop killing roos while their fur and steaks sell? Never!
If we don’t stop this trade now we may lose our icon forever.
So if the persecution of our kangaroos tears at your heart,
In the purchase of their hides and meat you may wish not to take part.