While slurping orange juice through a curly straw
and spinning round on his swivel chair
a lightbulb moment dawns upon our PM
a radio song by THE SEEKERS. 

Requesting a lyrics transcript
and his bright blue cut-out-your-name pencil case
he withdraws crinkle cut safety scissors
and completes his favourite zig zags.

While a splitting of emergency hammers rescues our Anthem artefact.

He smears the glue unevenly, leaving claggy clumps
and supplants the second line with WE ARE ONE.
Admiring his own master stroke – some would say blanket fix – 
he clumsily holds too tightly, tearing the parchment bound by silverfish.

AUSTRALIANS, our PM rejoices, feet entrenched in patriotic slippers. 
A WORD CHANGE WILL SAVE AUSTRALIA DAY AND BRING TOGETHER ALL PEOPLES!