Flying Wombats

I looked up high into the sky
And saw three wombats flying by
On giant wings they glided past
Those wombats going very fast
“I didn’t know they could do that”
I said to a friendly pussycat
That cat then did a Highland Fling
While three blind mice began to sing
They sang a song that was so strange
About a duck who rode the range
In cowboy boots that were so high
They were above that poor ducks eye
Which meant that he just could not see
As he rode around so wild and free
Beneath those wombats, wings aflappin’
While everyone who watched was clappin’
But the laughter it became so loud
Those wombats hid behind a cloud
Now my strange tale is almost done
‘cos those wombats just weren’t any fun

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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