The Langaroo

There's a monster following me everywhere,
It's hiding in those trees just over there.
They call it the Langaroo,
And it will follow me whatever I do.
It'll eat my flesh and drink my blood,
And leave me dying in the wood.
They say that if it follows you there's nothing you can do,
And in the the end when it's dead that you become the dreaded Langaroo.
I asked for help but no one heeds,
They don't believe in it's grisly deeds.
There's nowhere to safe for me to hide,
So for now my time I'll have to bide.
Don't linger here for there is nothing you can do,
Because pretty soon I will be the Langaroo!