Words: kale, kaleidoscope, kangaroo, kapok

Of all the fun things I'd like to be,
Is a baby kangaroo, ridin' momma's tummy.
Think about it, what do you say,
Wouldn't you like a cuddly pouch,
Where you could safely hide away.

Do Australians have any kale to eat,
Does the down under crowd,
Grow what's natural 'n neat.
Could you look 'round and see,
Silk-cotton trees,
For locals to fashion, kapok necessities.

Never been to Australia, it seems,
Cannot brag it's a place I've ever seen,
But now in a kaleidoscope,
Of the constantly changing,
Planning a trip to Mount Kosciusko,
Is what I am aiming!