"Battling Burberry Dinis".

He's not a noble-looking beast, though stout of hide and heart;
'Tis only fair to say the least, he plays a gallant part.
He's never ill, ignores a hill, he trips the roughest road,
And, strong of will, he carries still his mighty useful load.
A stronger back, or better hack ne'er carried gay dragoon:
Along the track he's never slack, and never proved magnoon.
We've all agreed, regarding breed he breaks its "cranky" rule;
Whenever freed, there's never need to chase this little mule.
He's just a quiet quadruped we commandeered one day;
Once caught, we soon disguised him from his tail unto his bray.
He's found where e'er war's din is, so he's not for ridicule:
He's "Battling Burberry Dinis," and our ammunition mule.

Palestine. "Koolawarra."