Listen! Australians. Before you fly over here,
don't think New Zealand's got nothing to fear;
that you won't be killed by a beast with a poisonous bite.
You must watch out for the weta -
the large, horned, wingless, venomous grasshopper.
Here, free of fear? Not quite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even though I would not want that thing sharing my pillow, it might be yummy covered in dark chocolate. Can the same be said of Aussies?