Almost heaven, South Australia
New South Wales, yeah!
Queensland and Victor'ia
Beer is cold there
Cure for all your ills
Flows, as from a fountain
Pickled to the gills
Mother lodes, gold, not chrome!
I embrace in this song
Territories and Tasman'ia
Let me roam their abodes
Lovely memories all abound there
Nat'ral wonders: coral reef, blue water
Tall and busty, long of limb and thigh:
Playboy's™ Miss Macpherson
Candy for the eye
An-ti-PODES***, sounds like home
Friendly face, funny song
West. Australia, Sheila Momma,
Southern Dome, Anti-PODES
I think they're choice, all the parodies they sing me
And Matey? Oh, I kindly toast although... far away
It's halfway 'round the world; I wish that I could --
--Somehow "beam" myself to there some day
Yes, some day!
Anti-PODES, someday, come
I salute, loud and long
Melbourne's riches: natural gas, there
Massive dome, oft explodes
Hope this dome no more explodes
And to all, best wish bestowed :)
*** Poetic licence was taken with the usual pronunciation of "Antipodes", so that it rhymes with "Country Roads", although this dictionary
includes the pronunciation used here as being among the correct ones for the singular, "antipode". Hope this still qualifies as high-koala-ty writing; if not, eucalyptus know in your comment.