Walter Wallaby
 

Walter Wallaby sat on his feet,
craving in his craw,
(located in his seat),
a cup of something tasty,
a taste of some thing sweet.

 So up he jumped and hopped along,
and in his head he sang a song;

 "Sticky, yummy anteater spit.
Rotten, chewy persimmon pit.
Can't wait no longer, says I,
for yummy goodies to catch my eye."

 The End