Welcome to Bilby Hillock
Enter the realm of the Hillocks farms,
A magical world where the Bilbies yarn.
Sugar rain crops grow hither and thither,
With marshmallow bales and tree-homes that glitter.
Where furry creatures from far and wide,
Can all live in peace, and purr and hide,
From evil Ratbird, who can be smelt lurking,
In his smelly old bog, hatching plots all scheming and smirking.
“I hate those Bilbies,” he grumbles and moans,
“And their treats – what’s in them? Their power I must know!”
To ruin the farms he plans Mallow napping,
But wise Elder Bilby knows bad things are happening.
“We must stop him!” she says, “Ratbird makes me sick.”
“But Old Grumpa's Mallows might just do the trick.”
“For once young Bilbies misused Mallow treats,”
“But we need them again. Now Grumpa you must teach!”
And so armed with Mallows and knowledge and lore,
You must help the Bilbies claim Hillocks once more!