It was his first attempt
So far being kept
Inside the pouch
Becoming a grouch
He just wanted out
No longer a sprout
Crawled out to the sun
And once he was done
He just looked around
But wanted to bound.
He sat back on his haunch
And decided to launch.
Accomplished it well
Decided to dwell
Outside for a spell.
The Bag Lady 
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