The wobbly wombat

I met a wobbly wombat

walking down the track.

I called “Hello” and “How are you?”

but he didn’t answer back.

I watched him dig a burrow

twenty metres long.

His front paws did the tunneling —

a wombat must be strong.

For dinner he ate grass and bark,

but meat? Oh no, never!

After giving him a carrot,

we’re Best Friends Forever!