The Bandicoot

The Bandicoot is really beaut
Digging holes for pirate loot
While wearing only one big boot
He’ll dance his dance – a wild bootscoot
To music played on a bamboo flute
Oh what a beaut, that Bandicoot

About a foolhardy florilegium

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