Vegemite Daydreams

Sun on the sink and the kettle starts talking

Morning in the suburbs,

magpies are calling

Toast pops up with a scrape of butter Tea goes strong while

the whole house mutters Vegemite thin,

mate, know your limits Too much on the knife and the room

goes timid Weet-Bix brick in a sea of cold milk Honey on

top like a gold-thread quilt Pan on the stove with the eggs

low sizzlin' Mum says save me a slice,

the bacon's glistening This is an Australian breakfast morning Tea in the

cup and the day starts forming Toast on the plate and the

good yarns rolling From the first warm bite,

yeah, the heart stays golden

Australian breakfast, simple and honest Salt in the air and the kitchen

feels promise

Got avo spread if the week's been kind Tomato sliced with a

crack of black rind Sausage on a roll at the servo later

Hash brown dreams on a paper tray flavour Weekend upgrade with the

brekky down coast Beans with the eggs and a shy burnt toast

Every small ritual lands just right Feeds the whole day from the

first soft light Not just a meal,

it's a map of home Butter,

steam, and the places we roam From city flats to a weathered

farm Morning finds us in the same small calm This is an

Australian breakfast morning Tea in the cup and the day starts forming

Toast on the plate and the good yarns rolling From the first

warm bite, yeah, the heart stays golden Australian breakfast,

simple and honest Salt in the air and the kitchen feels promise

Last sip warm and the radio hums Crumbs on the bench and

the new day comes (ahhh)