10, 9 and then what ?

 Well, as events turn somewhat ominous, conversations may turn to wombats and kangaroos:


 **A Day in the Life of a Wobbly Wombat**


In a land where the wobbly wombats roam,  

With a waddle and wiggle, they call it home.  

They wear little hats made of leaves and of twine,  

And sip on sweet tea that’s simply divine.


One day a wombat named Wally McGee,  

Decided to dance with a bumblebee.  

They twirled and they swirled, oh what a sight!  

Till they both got dizzy and fell with delight.


Then came a kangaroo, bouncing with glee,  

“Let’s have a hop-off, just you and me!”  

With a jump and a jig, they leaped through the air,  

Till they landed in mud—oh, what a scare!


But laughter erupted, as friends gathered ‘round,  

In the mud, they all rolled, making silly sounds.  

With giggles and grins, they forgot all their woes,  

In the land of the wombats, where joy always grows.


So if you’re feeling gloomy, just take a small break,  

Imagine a wombat, a dance, and a shake.  

For life’s little hiccups can’t dim our bright spark,  

Just waddle like wombats and dance in the dark!



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