There once was a wombat,
On red dust, he'd wander to be free.
With a nose in the air,
True grit in his Aussie soul,
The Outback, he'd roam in harmony!
In the outback, a wombat named Jack,
On red dust, he'd boldly track.
With sturdy claws, he'd roam,
Through desert sand all alone,
In the ochre, he won't be turning back!