I'm a perfect walrus in every way,
Except for my smaller tusks.
Brought up only on mothers milk,
Not baby foods or rusks.
I have several walrus aunties,
One of them called Molly.
That's a lovely name for a girl,
But why do they call me 'Wally'?
I've travelled over many miles,
I've seen a lot of places.
A lot of silly people too,
(Some with stupid faces).
They follow my wher'ere I go,
I think they're rather rude.
One of these days they'll kill me,
And all I'll be is food.