Weary Will

The strongest creature for his size

But least equipped for combat

That dwells beneath Australian skies

Is Weary Will the Wombat.

He digs his homestead underground,

He's neither shrewd nor clever;

For kangaroos can leap and bound

But wombats dig forever.

The boundary rider's netting fence

Excites his irritation;

It is to his untutored sense

His pet abomination.

And when to pass it he desires,

Upon his task he'll centre

And dig a hole beneath the wires

Through which the dingoes enter.

And when to block the hole they strain

With logs and stones and rubble,

Bill Wombat digs it out again

Without the slightest trouble.

The boundary rider bows to fate,

Admits he's made a blunder

And rigs a little swinging gate

To let Bill Wombat under.

So most contentedly he goes

Between his haunt and burrow:

He does the only thing he knows,

And does it very thorough.