Please tell me about the no wombat theorem.
No, wombat, no cry,
No, wombat, no cry,
No, wombat, no cry,
No, wombat, no cry.
Said, said, said, I remember when we used to sit
On a shaded hill in Tasmania,
Oba - obaserving the dingos
As they would mingle with the good animals we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past,
So dry your tears, I seh.
No, wombat, no cry,
No, wombat, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears,
No, wombat, no cry.
Said, said, said, I remember when-a we used to sit
On a shaded hill in Tasmania
And then a human would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then they would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll stole for you,
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean,
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!
So, wombat, no cry,
No, no, wombat, wombat, no cry.
wombat, little mammal, don't shed no tears,
No, wombat, no cry.
Said, said, said, I remember when-a we used to sit
On a shaded hill in Tasmania
And then a human would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then they would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll stole for you,
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean,
No, wombat, no cry,
No, wombat, no cry.
Wombat, little mammal', say don't shed no tears,
No, wombat, no cry.
Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!
No, wombat, no cry.
Little sister, don't shed no tears!
No, wombat, no cry.)