Brinco Cangurito, El Detective

When the Sun peeks over the shining hill
Brinco adjusts his hat with thrill
With his ready magnifier and watchful sight
He starts his day with a mission in sight

He walks slowly, observes and thinks
Every clue hides a story that links
A folded leaf, a giant track
Each little secret brings meaning back

In his notebook he writes with care
The trembling flowers, the shifting air
He knows the world shows lovely faces
To those who learn to observe small traces

Among swings and laughter ringing bright
He finds new clues with sharp insight
His long coat waves from side to side
As he solves each case with pride

He seeks no fame or grand reward
Just joy in every truth restored
For in his chest a peaceful beat
Moves with friendship's steady heat

When the afternoon paints the sky with gold
Brinco smiles as his notes are rolled
Another mystery neatly unlocked
And a new day waits for his touch of rock