April 17: Home, home on the Grange ...

In two thousand and eleven, they floated to the top

When at the state election, they gave the Labor mob the chop

Baz became the premier, a job he said he'd never take

But the offer of the boss’s office, was the icing on the cake

To celebrate, his mate Nick, he bought him some fine wine

Spent a bloody motza on some Grange from fifty-nine

Said he left it on the balcony, what the heck was he thinking

Three thousand bucks left at the door, had the man been drinking

Flash forward three years later, and ICACs on the hunt

For dishonest public figures to whom they can give the punt

Why did Nick retain a thank you card, from a day so long ago

Was it so that he could later use it in a political puppet show

Think of this and pause a bit, does it really make much sense

That Nick bought a very private gift at the company’s expense

And filed away the thank you note that Barry wrote soon after

Nick’s got a solid reputation as a gangster and a grafter

Did he keep it just to use it to bring his mate some grief

When Baz could not remember in his evidence in chief

The Premier he just told the truth, but the note did not revive

His memory of sipping Grange, and sadly, Baz did not survive