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
