From mountains high and oceans wide,
I’ve always viewed this land with pride,
But when we come to choose a party,
The choice we have’s like Laurel and Hardy.

While Stan was of the thoughtful sort,
Our Ollie never stopped for thought.
He hopes that all will turn out fine,
Then turns to Stan and says this line:

"A fine mess now you’ve got us in,
"To carry on would be a sin.
"I really don’t know what to do,
"And so I’m leaving it to you"!

Who ever gets to rule this land,
Will feel they’re walking over sand.
It’s hard to go, and hot to boot,
But Dubya just won’t give a hoot.

We’re in so far and in so deep,
The winner’s road will be so steep.
That they will need a helping hand,
If they're to travel through that sand.

So think on this before you vote,
They’ll need to cast off Dubya’s coat.
The problems that they garner here,
Will be around for many a year.

We only have ourselves to blame,
Because we voted for that name.
But now we’ll get to change our fate,
And choose a new face at the plate.

So don’t forget to cast your vote,
And just select someone of note.
If you don’t want more of the same,
Then vote in someone you can’t blame.