On The High Woodside Paddock

On the high woodside paddock in the pale moonlight The wombat and her young one are out for the night To a protective mother out of the den he or she stays near To the young burrowing marsupial the sounds of the night is a source of fear The young wombat knows that for protection on mum it can depend That from attacks of dogs or dingos with her life her young she will defend For survival lessons and on how to find food on mum the young one does rely Suppose to the most of Nature's young wild-born creatures this too does apply A dark brown sturdy marsupial of about badger size The soft whistle of the wombat once heard you will again recognize Creatures seldom seen out in the light of day In their deep underground den they rest hidden away From the eyes of their enemies at night they venture out On their search for food these creatures i cannot say that i know much about.