Looking cheerful and rather pretty,
Australian ladies sing a ditty
Written in Britain long ago
Something about 'when the winds do blow'.
The Choir Mistress said 'We must look rural,
Like English lasses on a mural,
So bedeck yourselves with blossoms gay
In an Englishy-rurally sort of way.'
So here's the result, a flowery feast
Which doesn't look English in the least!
Never mind, it's the thought that counts,
And they brought joy in large amounts.
More choristers, more colour here