We all remember the dodo

The quagga, the pigeon passenger

These extinct beasts held more mojo

Than your weird pouch could bear

Not a wolf or tiger, not a dog or cat

Just an amorphous marsupial

Your stripes were nothing to sniff at

Just not quite cool enough

Adding down-under injury to insult

Labeled a dreaded henhouse killer

Decimated by farmers as a result

You were falsely accused

Scientists for you can vouch

Trumped up charges disproven

Your name none can pronounce

Your protected status earned too late

you and your little pouch

This ode is all that remains