The thylacine

I came back to Tasmania

Where I grew up as a lad,

The home of the thylacine

Whose story is quite sad.

Where I’m standing now

Is where this creature used to roam.

This story tells you what

It was like when it was home.

One lived by a pond

Where he drank in little sips,

And then would have a nap

Beneath a eucalyptus.

When he used to live here,

He would run among the ferns

down in Tasmania

where the sun rarely burns.

Have you ever been down here?

The home of the thylacine.

I doubt you'll ever spot one.

these days they're never seen.