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It's often been dubbed as the poor man's Marmite That substitute breakfast spread called Vegemite Vegemite vixens are now preparing to fight But they're onto a loser, Tom's ready to bite. His legions are heading for the land of the roo It will be the mother of all battles, I'm not kidding you Already hundreds of refugees are heading for the coast The Marmite empire will be victorious, that's no idle boast. Vegemite spread is used widely to keep flies off of food But Marmite on toast for breakfast puts you in a good mood I'll give the Vegemite vixens one chance to surrender Or I'll teach them a lesson, one they'll always remember. Any Vegemite Vixens caught will be punished mercilessly Force fed delicious black Marmite for all their eternity So lay down your jars now and you'll be so glad you did Or face the wrath of the empire with the bright yellow lid. written 21st February 2022
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