In the land of Willoughby,

where the wallabies roam,

there lives an echidna

sprung from a digeridoo moan.

 

Down under, down deep,

under the strange Aussie moon,

this echidna waltzes matildas

to a ridgy-didgy type tune.

 

They spin and they glide

along the billabong’s rim,

dining on bush nuts

and casks of aged Pimm.

 

I salute you, Master Echidna,

guru of wahoo,

and weep crocodile tears

for the Land of Oz,

known solely for its roo.

 

For Elizabeth Woods

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