296. Peter Pan.

At first sight this photograph seems to have no bearing on 

the MEME EXPRESS suggestion for today which is

 PETER PAN.

But the following true story will explain it all.
(Blake is my grandson).

PETER PAN!

He wasn't any made-up boy

Who never would grow old.

He wasn't in  a story

That's beloved and often told.

He wont go down in history

As someone brave and bold.

But I tell you.....

His name was Peter Pan.

As you can see this little chap

Was just a kangaroo.

And all he'd do is hop about 

As other joeys do,

He'd never fight a Pirate King

And his dreadful Pirate Crew!

But I tell you......

His name was Peter Pan.

He'd never fight a crocodile

Or hear its ticking clock;

He'd never talk to Tinker Bell

In her pretty fairy frock,

He'd merely hop around the bush

And jump up on a rock!

But I tell you......

His name was Peter Pan.

He was found abandoned on the road.

His mother was quite dead.

A speeding car had orphaned him;

His life hung by a thread.

And a little boy called Blake called out

And this is what he said 

'Let's take him home......

His name is Peter Pan'.

He was wrapped up in a blanket.

That's what a baby needs.

For joeys need home-comforts

More than all the other breeds.

The family got up at night

To give him hourly feeds.

Saying 'Bless him!

 His name is Peter Pan'.

A kangaroo is helpless

For many many weeks

And the comfort of the mother's pouch

Is what the baby seeks,

He can't run wild exploring

All the bush-land and the creeks.

He was demanding,

That little Peter Pan.

A special pouch was fashioned;

He was hung up on a door,

And his little nose came peeping out

As if he was making sure

That the milk was being warmed for him

And he would get some more.

He was greedy,

That little Peter Pan.

His growth was very gradual,

And sometimes it seemed slow,

But after months of special care

His legs began to grow,

And soon they stuck outside the pouch

And dangled to and fro,

He was a comic,

That little Peter Pan.

He loved to kiss and cuddle,

But he was no human child,

And one day he would be set free

To grow up in the wild,

But still we  all remember

We were totally beguiled

By our joey,

Our little Peter Pan.

And, somewhere, in the great 'out there'

A large male kangaroo

Is leaping, kicking, mating,

Doing what the others do.

But I wonder if he ever thinks

Of his own domestic 'zoo'

And the days when his name was

Peter Pan!