The Kangaroo
by Elizabeth Coatsworth
It is a curious thing that you don’t wish to be a kangaroo, to hop hop
hop and never stopthe whole day long and the whole night, too!
to hop across Australian plains
with tails that sweep behind like trains
and small front paws
and pointed jaws
and pale neat coats to shed the rains.
If skies be blue, if skies be gray, they bound in the same graceful
way into dim space at such a pacethat where they go there’s none to say!
Nature Note by Arthur Guiterman
Undoubtedly the Kangaroos
Have fun;
They hop because they do not choose To run.
The Rabbit
by Elizabeth Madox Roberts
When they said the time to hide was mine, I hid back under a thick
grapevine.
And while I was still for the time to pass, A little gray thing came out
of the grass.
He hopped his way through the melon bed And sat down close by a cabbage
head.
He sat down close where I could see, And his big still eyes looked hard
at me,
His big eyes bursting out of the rim, And I looked back very hard at
him.
Hoppity
by A. A. Milne
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity,
Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he
Says he can’t possibly stop.
If he stopped hopping, he couldn’t go anywhere, Poor little Christopher
Couldn’t go anywhere … That’s why he always goes Hoppity, hoppity,
Hoppity, Hoppity, Hop.
