Migrants Of Sophistication

Well they do come in droves from the coldness of Britain they abandon their stoves with Down Under they're smitten. And with visa in hand they start looking around they expect from this land a nice house and some ground. They are settled so soon and start eyeing the locals and they look from Yeppoon to the South with bifocals. Now the Natives are clever and a bit 'sticky-beak' in the land of the Never there is nobody meek. Conversations soon flourish and ideas are exchanged but if thoughts are to nourish then the Brits are deranged! Looking down on us Aussies and critiquing our lives that's reserved for our Mozzies and, at times for our wives. A gregarious lot with the humour to please but the fool we are not it's the mate we do tease. As a souvereign nation standing proud by ourselves your sophistication is as dull as your elves. As the billy is steaming and you step off your plane you can finish your dreaming we don't fancy them vain.