Wrote a poem
‘bout Awstraya, and I borrowed someone’s lines
But it isn’t
really plagiarism, coz I made sure it rhymes
We got some
killer wildlife, the deadliest spiders on this earth
Got ‘salties here
like buses, that will drag you to the surf
We got sharks that take
the biggest chunks, and fish with poison fins
And the wildest
pigs that scare ya, right out of your pale skins
We got heat that
cooks your eggs on toast, without fire of any kind
The best wine in
the universe, and our Bundy sends ya blind
Steaks as thick
as novels, and cheese that makes you cry
You've no idea the
things we have out here to get us by
We have words
with fifteen meanings, and one that is quite rude
Which should send
you a message; don’t come here if you’re a prude
We have stubbies
that you can wear or drink, and a state called Mexico
That’s south of this
state’s border, but it ain’t too bad you know
We all live in
Awstraya, it’s a good place for a stranger
But the saddest thing for me it is that we worship a bushranger
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