Carl the Cassowary

An Ode to Carl the Cassowary

Carl was a radical cassowary dude

And pavalova was his favourite kind of food

He was heaps good at karate with a mean roundhouse kick

If anyone invaded his turf he’d deal with them quick

He lived in the jungle up north all the way

Where he had a dojo where he practiced karate

Lots of animals journeyed from very far away

To learn his karate kick secrets all the night and the day

Then one terrible day his dojo was knocked to the ground

Bulldozers came roaring with a terrible sound

Carl had to retreat into the jungle and find a new place

But the jungle was shrinking there was less and less space

All through this time he kept doing his thing

And at the next karate kick world championships he was the one to win

The End