I have nine tiny toes,

Five cm they grow.

 

In Tasmania I'm found,

In old wombat burrows under the ground.

 

I eat meat,

But I don't like the heat.

 

I'm awake at night,

If someone comes near me I put up a fight.

 

My threat is a Tasmanian wedge-tailed eagle,

In my opinion, they should be illegal.

 

Please help me,

I am becoming stealthy.