Wombat in the Desert, by Edward Burne-Jones
From Christina Rossetti's Goblin Market:
"No," said Lizzie; "No, no, no;
Their offers should not charm us,
Their evil gifts would harm us."
She thrust a dimpled finger
In each ear, shut eyes and ran:
Curious Laura chose to linger
Wondering at each merchant man.
One had a cat's face,
One whisked a tail,
One tramped at a rat's pace,
One crawled like a snail,
One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry,
One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry.
She heard a voice like voice of doves
Cooing all together:
They sounded kind and full of loves
In the pleasant weather.
Max Beerbohm, from the series Rossetti and His Friends
(terrifying little wombat in foreground)
Treffry Dunn, Wombat and Rabbit (1869)
by Ogden Nash
The wombat lives across the seas,
Among the far Antipodes.
He may exist on nuts and berries,
Or then again, on missionaries;
His distant habitat precludes
Conclusive knowledge of his moods.
But I would not engage the wombat
In any form of mortal combat.
Comfortable Wombat in Rossetti's Lap (1871)
by William Bell Scott
Another group obsessed with wombats.
(coming soon: wombat poetry by saki!)