Tasmanian Devil

The so-called Devil

A Hunter searching for prey

Over vast bushland

Trees dance in the wind

Travelling through sun and rain

Teeth as sharp as knives

He hears loud footsteps

The Devil poised to attack

Wombat for dinner

Facing many threats

Bushfires and diseases

We must protect them

Vanquished from mainland

When will their species vanish?

Will anyone help?