white tiger
The wombat lives across the seas,
And seeks the cure of all disease.
Beyond the far Antipodes.
She may exist on nuts and berries,
Or then again, on missionaries;
Her distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of her moods,
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
Oh well! Not quite like Ogden Nash wrote it :-p
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire!
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?