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11 black kangaroos,

Hopping through and through.

They hop up and down,

and they go around.

nearing the water hole,

the bend down to drink.

Knowing that their not alone,

They run away cause of instinct.

scared and afraid,

Running away is like a phase.

Out comes a lion,

From jungly woods.

near the water he's down lying,

tasteing the water's good.

Acting like nothing happened,

when his food got away.

He walks alway slowing growing slim,

Maybe he will hunt them the next day.

11 black kangaroos,

Got away from the lion.

Drinking again from the water having no clue,

That the lion was watchign again.