Roo on the Road

A tourist sees a kangaroo and says 'how very cute'.
A driver sees the self same one and curses the brute.
We've seen headlights broken, battered panels on the car
We know we can't rely on our reinforced bull bar.

We shouldn't try to drive at dawn as wild life is out then
That's not a problem for me because I don't get up till ten.
The other danger time is dusk and even that is fine.
It's happy hour. I'm already parked and drinking wine.

But I come across a kangaroo who doesn't know the rule
He's on the road at midday and takes me for a fool
Instead of resting in the bush and watching from afar
He's playing Russian Roulette with traffic on the tar.

He looks so quick and graceful with long and powerful hops
Then in the middle of the road the stupid creature stops.
Our country roads are not so good but still I've reached the ton.
I know I'm going to hit him if the bugger doesn't run.

I will him to get moving, not because I care
But you know the damage bill if you hit him fair and square.
You swerve a bit to miss him and he seems to read your mind.
He doesn't even graze you  - but wipes out the bloke behind.