Don’t worry Sydney,
We’ll soon be out of here;
Away from plain padded rooms,
And white monsters that sneer.

We’ll escape if only we can count,
One, Three, Seven and Five;
They keep getting jumbled,
But still we must strive.

Count Sydney Count!
We must take flight!
It is the only way,
we can stand and fight.

Oh just look at them Sydney,
Sam’s singing his simple song;
Leanna’s licking her leg,
Warren tells himself he’s wrong.

Craig is crying in his corner,
Dave’s drawing dots on the door;
Miss Persilla’s passing out pills,
And Monica’s moaning, “More More!”

Don’t cry now Sydney,
We’ll soon find a way;
To count to that number Orange,
And get out of here someday.