The Bunyip
I know a creature they call Bunyip
He lives upstairs from me
He comes down to my place to sip
A bit of tea
He growls and barks
Just like a mean, old dog
When I take him walking he marks
Every tree, twig and log
He's ugly and very mean
This big, brown creature here
And he eats everything that's green
Also likes his bowl filled with beer
But stay away I warn you
For if you have red hair
He'll grab you and start to chew
And I won't even care.

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