In Australia's heart, where red earth meets the sky,
A Bilby's fate, a tear in Dreamtime's eye.
Its fragile form, a symbol of the land,
Where Indigenous souls and nature's spirits stand.

With crescent tails, they burrow deep below,
In sacred soil where ancient stories grow.
In harmony, they danced with Earth's delight,
Now threatened, fading in the pale moonlight.

Yet Indigenous wisdom gently weaves,
The tapestry of hope, the land retrieves.
In whispers of the Dreamtime's timeless song,
The Bilby's fate, together we'll prolong.

For in this tale, a message intertwined,
With nature's grace and history combined.
In unity with those who came before,
The Bilby's future we'll courageously restore.

As shadows blend with stars in night's embrace,
We'll rise to save the Bilby's sacred space,
With love for land and Dreamtime's legacy,
Together, we'll protect what's meant to be.