Ayzeelians let us rejoice
With cultures A to Z
Though many incompatible
Pretend you just can't see

Our land abounds in restaurants
How many do we need?
But more people means more business
The motive here is greed

The reaping happens after
The sowing of the seed

No room for big backyards no more
Can't fill your swimming pool
If you complain you're ignorant
A racist and a fool

Australians are getting wise
They're voting third party
But migrants only vote for
Tweedledum and Tweedledee

The pollies can't offend no-one
They've got no balls you see

We're running out of water
We're running out of land
But keep the migrants coming
Til we're a sardine can.

Assimilate or hyphenate
Won't matter in the end
When bodies lie dead in the street
This house is built on sand

With weary sighs let's all resign
Our fate to greedy hands

Shockadelic ... I love it! And, as per Q&A's comment suggest this should finalise this thread. What better way to depart than Australian humour at its greatest!

Thanks one and all.