Australia—A Land of Opportunity
(Music: Tim Hunter; Lyrics: Frederick McKinnon and Tim Hunter)

A southern land, let’s call it Australia
Landscapes, mountains, giant ants
A new land with exotic plants
A place British blokes ain’t been
With bouncing beasties ner’ ‘fore seen
A garden of delights—Mr. Banks’ dream

Yes, we’ve sailed through the far southern seas
And we found a land with mystery
A land down under, a new world of wonders
A land of opportunity
Australia–a land of opportunity
Australia—a land of opportunity

(COOK)
Interesting observations, Young Nick.

(BANKS)
I think you may have something there, lad . . . a land of opportunity.

(YOUNG NICK)
I have a little more.

(COOK)
Sing on, Young Nick. Sing on!

(YOUNG NICK)
Here we are in Bot’ny Bay
Mr. Banks would love to stay
But the Captain will say, “We’re on our way”
To explore another place, another day

(BANKS)
That’s for sure, Young Nick.

(YOUNG NICK)
A southern land, let’s call it Australia
Untamed nature; big bees in the air
A new land with snakes here and there
Beneath the Southern Cross, so fair
With harsh and beautiful combined
Incognita it may not be, but it’s still our find . . .

(BANKS)
Shall we join in, captain?

(COOK)
Yes, good idea, Banks!

(YOUNG NICK, BANKS & COOK)
Yes, we’ve sailed through the far southern seas
And found a land with mystery
A land down under, a new world of wonders
A land of opportunity
Australia–a land of opportunity
Australia—a land of opportunity
Australia, Australia . . . Australia, Australia