Test

We Aussies love a contest - a “game” - might be for some To set ourselves against it, in the name of sporting fun It might be just a card game to pass the time of day Or to be the world champion - to win we’ll find a way! A land of thirty million, how can we be so good? Just ask the opposition, they’d tell you if they could Takes rules to make a game and these can all be read For Aussies it’s a test of will we play inside our head A struggle with the demon doubts, that test our heart and soul By asking us the question: Do we fight or do we fold? Never beaten, never thinking, never believing that we’re spent In a contest for the moment, when the demons fall silent