An innocent Woylie, a Brush-tailed Bettong,

It’s a mere scavenger, no big deal.

Once found commonly, it’s now nowhere to be seen.

Instead of living without fear, it’s fighting near defeat.

 

As it stirs in the night, it scours the ground,

Seeking something to eat.

It’s somewhat a stranger, not known to many.

We destroyed its homes and now it’s all alone.

 

Woylie, that’s its name.

Once everywhere, but now anything but everywhere.

Brush-tailed Bettong, what an innocent animal,

But still in danger, all the same.