Wallaby and the Dingo

Near the shiny lake of grass,

A wallaby was eating grass

It had chewed the grass to mush,

Not seeing what was in the bush

From the bush, a dingo stalked

And it slowly went to walk

Through the bushland they dashed

Through a river they splashed

Past a flock of small lyre birds

Past a large kangaroo herd

The prey made a sharp turn

Through the trees that were burnt

The daft dingo did not see

And ran past the old burnt trees

The wallaby did survive,

And from that encounter, thrived