The Bilby Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

How are things in Yooka Murra?
Are the bilbys still snuffling there?
A pixie, pootling mixture rare -
Of chihuahua, wallaby and hare?

How are things in Yooka Murra?
Is that black stump still baking there?
Does that bilby with the beady eye
Still come a’lolloping by?

How are things in Yooka Murra?
Amid the creeks and coolibah -
Does bracketed [macrotis lagotis]
Still fossick lizards, seeds and flies?

How are things in Yooka Murra?
Is the bilby species there still rooted
By shrub and log and burrow,
Sniff and snouting bandicooted?

How’s that little pinkie down in Yooka Murra?
Does he hide from prying kangaroos
And never stop to jabber in his yakka
Except to sing extinction blues?