WEARY WILL by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson <br /> <br />The strongest creature for his size <br />But least equipped for combat <br />That dwells beneath Australian skies <br />Is Weary Will the Wombat. <br /> <br />He digs his homestead underground, <br />He's neither shrewd nor clever; <br />For kangaroos can leap and bound <br />But wombats dig forever. <br /> <br />The boundary rider's netting fence <br />Excites his irritation; <br />It is to his untutored sense <br />His pet abomination. <br /> <br />And when to pass it he desires, <br />Upon his task he'll centre <br />And dig a hole beneath the wires <br />Through which the dingoes enter. <br /> <br />And when to block the hole they strain <br />With logs and stones and rubble, <br />Bill Wombat digs it out again <br />Without the slightest trouble. <br /> <br />The boundary rider bows to fate, <br />Admits he's made a blunder <br />And rigs a little swinging gate <br />To let Bill Wombat under. <br /> <br />So most contentedly he goes <br />Between his haunt and burrow: <br />He does the only thing he knows, <br />And does it very thorough. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weary-will/
