Willy the Wombat's - Susie Tallman
Willy the Wombat crawled out of his burrow
And sniffed the warm evening air
It was the Christmas season in Australia
And he could hear Kangaroo' family
Singing festive songs off in the distance
Willy the Wombat was excited
Because he was heading to London
And New York to visit his dear friends Emmy
The cat and Max the dog
Willy arrived in London and Emmy was happy to show him around
Oh Wombat
How lovely of you to spend some of your Christmas holiday here
And my goodness put your coat and hat on
It is cold
Eemy led Willy down the snowy streets of London
To a warm teahouse
Where they enjoyed sweet biscuits chamomile tea
And a special order of celery root salad for Wombat
The beautiful sound of bells chimed
As carolers strolled along the streets
And among restaurants
Suddenly the gong from Big Ben struck 5 times
Oh dear
I must catch my flight to New York
It was so wonderful to see you and your beautiful city my mate
Emmy waved good-bye Cheerio and Merry Christmas
Bright city lights and bustling shoppers were the first things
That Willy noticed as Max the dog showed him around New York City
They admired the Christmas window displays at Macy's department store
Snow scenes with children singing could be seen through the large glass
Come along
There is so much to see
The two friends walked along the streets aglow
With holiday lights toward Rockefeller Center
The chill in the air made them walk faster
And they arrived to see many ice skaters on the rink
Cheerful music filled the night encouraging skaters to sing along
A choir gathered along the balcony of Rockefeller Center's rink
I hope they sing one of my favorite carols
You know my dear friend
All these lovely songs make me miss my home
I must get back by Christmas Eve
Thank you for the wonderful tour
Ruff ruff
Bye bye Ruff ruff
OK See you later
The next day was Christmas Eve
Wombat arrived back home just in time
To go to the Carols by Candlelight in Melbourne
A Christmas Eve tradition he loved
Willy realized how nice it was to be back in the warm Australian weather
Woo There's no place like home
With fond memories of his travels and Christmas carols in his head
Wombat gratefully went back to his burrow and fell asleep
He dreamt of getting a stocking filled with sweet grass
Mushrooms marsh roots and maybe even a jingle bell