‘Well hi there fine citizen
Australian, my neighbour
I can tell from your poem
That you surely vote Labor
Or worse, could it be
That you vote for the greens?
Haven’t you read?
They’re not all that they seem
The Greens and the hippies
They’re the ones you should blame
Now that our fine land
Has gone up in flames
They hate it whenever
We try to do good
They won’t let us backburn!
But we knew we should
We know ALL of the things
That we needed to do
But the Greens wouldn’t let us
They’re bad through and through
And anyway, really
Is fire SO bad?
You’re acting like
This is first one we’ve had.
But this is Australia
And this is the season
When fires will start
Not for rhyme nor for reason
If you’re still concerned
Let Rupert assure youse
The Hanging Rock races
Is really page one news
So you see noisy citizen
It’s high time you relax
Untwist your knickers
And have a chillax
The cricket’s on soon
We can cheer on our boys
Now there’s a fine place
For your unceasing noise
Then shush up your mouth
And do like the others
The quiet Australians
Your sisters and brothers.’