Julia is a shepherd I did not want. She leadeth me beside the still factories. She almost restoreth my faith in the Liberal party. She guideth me down the path of unemployment for her Party's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley to Vinnies, I shall fear no hunger for her bailouts are with me. She anointeth my income with carbon and other taxes, And my lighting and heating expenses runneth over. Surely, poverty and struggling will follow me for eternity, And I will live in a rented home all the days of my life. But I am glad to be Australian, and glad that I am free. But I wish I was a dog, and Julia was a tree.
