I've seen a bandy coot or two

In my time here on this earth.

And though I know it wasn't kind

They were a cause of mirth.

Buth there is another creature

Whose name sounds just the same -

But it's not of the two-legged type,

That's not its claim to fame.

No, I have just discovered

There's something in my garden,

It's there only at night time

And without a beg-your-pardon.

It's digging all around the plants

That I have tried to raise,

Some of them are beautiful

And worthy of much praise.

But, does this creature give a hoot

About the damage that it's wreaking?

Of course not, for this bandicoot

Wouldn't understand plain speaking.