"It’s time to run", the Kiwi said, “To sneak into the wings,
‘cos of AN, bare bones’re all that’s left - we’ve plucked the carcass clean."
"How can it be?” the AN staffer said, on hearing this sad story.
"When Rupert sold his share to you, he said all was hunky dory!"
The Kiwi glanced behind him lest someone else might hear him speak.
"It’s true we screwed up big time and for that, your future’s rather bleak.
But you’re a silly, silly Aussie. It was right before your eyes,
The truth was out there all along – Rupe was telling porky pies.
“The signs were there, long years ago – perhaps you should have seen the signs
When the Fat Man stuck it to your colleagues who would not toe the line
You allied yourself with heroes, both home grown and from o’erseas
And what’s that old saying ‘bout lying down with dogs and getting fleas?
"AN was like a rowing team with eight cox’s and one lone rower
- no matter how hard that rower rowed, the boat got slower an’ slower
While in the lanes beside it were new boats with teams of eight
And don’t forget, with heroes on your team, you carried much dead weight."