Wally the wombat

• Blake Russell, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

Wally was a great wombat
He lay in the sun with no friends to have fun
And the he hugged his beatiful mum

Wally was a great wombat
He lay in the sun with a gleeul cheer
And then he had a drink of beer

Wally was a great wombat
When he got old
He started to get bald
When he was sick
He fell on a stick

Wally was a great wombat
When Wally died he ate a french fry
So that was the end of poor old Wallie the wombat