Where Is Hairy Wombat? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Has anyone seen Hairy, he is known
by forests of soft fur, and fully grown.
Last time I saw him, it was late at night,
I think he swayed a bit, in the moonlight.
Well, if you see him let him know P/H is sad
that he has since retired; as a stubborn lad
he would not tolerate the silly rules,
no wombat that I know will gladly suffer fools.
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