Here is a tale from when I was a kid
'Bout old Ma Supial , she's no slouch,
Raised her kids alone she did
Raised them in a pouch

They kicked and screamed, quite a bit
Which hurt her deep inside
But she never, ever thought to quit
Though in the sun she fried

I have to say she moaned a lot
as she bounced along the plain
But her Joey's meant a lot to her
And her instinct kept her sane