The wombat lives across the seas,
Among the far Antipodes.
He may exist on nuts and berries,
Or then again, on missionaries;
His distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of his moods,
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
Ogden Nash (1902 – 1971)
Today's poem is for Mark Coen, who asked for wombats. I was only able to fnd the one, though. Why am I not surprised it's by Ogden Nash?