W. A. Cawthorne, The Legend of Kupirri, or, The Red Kangaroo
“ Spears rattle, and dire words exchange. In childish accents, “Death,” they cry, And mockingly the foe defy; With quiv’ring limbs, and glaring eye, They rush to conquer or to die. Their mimic spears hiss through the air, And whirring waddies cause despair; Their shields resound with awful blows— The ground is strewn with friends and foes. ”
