This Anglo-Celt
Is blood and guts
Living. An ancient cradle
Harbouring the fugitive -
Wanted, Dead or Alive.
An asset untapped
In any official aspect,
But coming online
As we speak in tongues
Of this multi-flavourism
We call Australia.
Idiots are idiots
The world over -
They'll never learn
And we, the enlightened,
Can profit no end
By their foolish follies.
So sit back - relax;
The hard work's done.