Bouncer was a kangeroo,
and bouncing was what he liked to do,
his legs were rubber bands on strings,
he jumped so high it was like he had wings.
He hopped all over the desert one night,
and in the morning he loved to fight,
boxing was now his favourite game,
he fought untill he had fortune and fame.
One day bouncers mate Rocky wanted to fight,
Bouncer said that, that was alright,
they stepped in the ring the bell went ding ding,
and within two ticks Rocky was running.
By Tom and Steve Simcock
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