There once was a fellow named Rudd.
He was not what you'd call a great stud.
But he threw out John Howard
who was proven a coward
then the people installed Elmer Fudd.
Thus the Nationals and all the Libs
donned original monarchy bibs.
Then went naked on stage
in a crocodile cage
and continued to tell nasty fibs.
Oh, dear God can you give us new leaders?
Devoid of industrial feeders?
Send these convicts to Hell
with a Nubian bell
and use robots from now on as breeders.
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