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