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So Marmites great leader has spoken
He finally came out of his jar
His soldiers which are yet to be named
Are travelling to our Aussie land afar 

Sir Tom states Vegemite is the poor mans Marmite
That is not quite true
It’s actually the other way around
As Marmite is what you wipe of your shoe!

Our bright yellow lids are off and we are ready
For our  Vegemite we will forever protect and defend
The Vegemite Vixens will show no mercy
We will battle these inferior Marmite soldiers til the end!!

If any of our Marmite enemies are captured
They will be stripped naked and disciplined 
By covering their own body with marmite 
Then left naked in the hot Aussie desert
To let nature do it’s thing!!

We await your arrival our butter knives in hand
With toast, butter and confident anticipation 
Ready to wipe that disgusting marmite of your face
And spread Vegemite throughout all nations!

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