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The Lament Of the Economic Goose First of all came Robin Hood His motives now seemed very good Later Followed in the States Big Al Capone and all his mates They prospered t'ill their terms of trade Extortion! labelled, were forbade. Our politicians, now more wise Keep prattling on, in their disguise. Of recent raids though, one still shocks They didn't have to pick the locks From our banks, to our surprise The charges just materialise. From Canberra they take the biggest slice While each State learned it, in a trice How meekly, their demands were met And promptly cast a wider net. With countless Council's near and wide There's nothing left for us to hide. Meanwhile the golden goose we bred And through years of patient nurture fed Her plumage now, all but plucked Finds her very life blood too, is sucked So it should come as no surprise When told she's struggling to survive. |
2. The gosling's life, if to advance For all our welfare to enhance Requires politic change of heart More concessions, on the Union's part For the policies of late, have failed And our economic ship has sailed. For if our pollies had been right Would we be now in such a plight What will it take to teach These Icons, used to prance and preach But the situation, to be reversed Requires new moves, they've not rehearsed But still the public hatchet men Keep whittling on, as is their ken Until one day at last we find Blood stains the wheel on which they grind And although sad, it must be said Our goose may very soon be dead. Why should our politicians not be told That the last egg laid was not of gold Its substance just a freeman's toil And produce from the farmer's soil. But could her last egg, still be hatched Before its seen and too, is snatched. |
3. Now if the shackles were released And the wheels of business, newly greased The apathy with which we're cursed Could very quickly be reversed Then what improvement there might be In the state of our economy. And if the statutes all were freed Of red tape, antiquity and State greed Then perhaps we could detect On our leaders, some spark of new respect For now at best, when they are praised The accolades are from their own ranks raised. What will it take to have them hold That all that glitters is not gold And while we mean no disrespect These claims we ask, can they reject Or will our new goose too, be shot Or less subtly strangled in its cot Meanwhile we languish in our sleep And suffer fools, without a peep Until at last, put to the test We can not let this matter rest. Wake up Australia! take a stand Of politics, your rights demand. Rodd Sherwin © |
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