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Everything, they say, is free,
The chirp of bird, the hum of bee,
White horses playing on the sea,
The rustling leaves on every tree.
The colours of a sunset sky
Calm the soul, delight the eye
As do the banksias, soaring high,
And tiny daisies, prim and shy.
These miracles are free, they say,
These things bring magic to our day,
There is no price you'd ever pay
To make these wonders go away.
But when bread's free and bacon too,
And eggs don't cost a limb or two,
When milk is cheap enough for you
To drink your fill without ado,
When every child has shoes to wear
And always has a bed, and there
Is lots of food and love to share,
With children breathing foreign air,
Then we'll say that all is free,
Not just nature's mystery,
To those who'd like to disagree,
I'll simply say the words, "Bite Me!"
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