Vegemite True Blue Marmite True Poo

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!