The Bunyip

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By Lunaria •

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. Copyright © 2005 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)

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June 3, 2012 14:51CherokeeRose

We wrote this together, you did not write it all.

June 3, 2012 14:52CherokeeRose

We wrote this together. I wrote half of it.