The Big Mick strolls across the stage.......strums a chord......clears his throat.....the people of the 'Cat hold hands and flick their bics......and he starts singin' to the tune of John Brown's Body
When in the course of history a cause it does arise
The madfolk on the Mudcat as one they will arise
Like when under the boot of the oppressor, our marsupial hero lies
The possum's truth goes on..........

CHORUS:
Possum's rights we Know it does sound queer,
But he is an icon that the 'Catters do hold dear,
Blowin' up his arse is a rite of passage here,
With our Possum we are one

The time it has now come, when our holy Mud is thicker than Water
And we fight for the right of our possum, not the 'coon or the Otter
We rally round our friend as if it were a son or were a daughter,
For the Possum's truth goes on.........

CHORUS

The time is coming quickly, yes,yes our cause it is so just,
When Mudcat Max will see that possumarseblowing is a Mudcat must,
Our Motto has become "Possum rights or bust",
for the Possum's truth goes on.....

CHORUS TWICE AND END.........

The night sky above Mudcat Land has a faint glow of light from the millions of BICS swaying in the night.......a faint sound can be heard from the hills.......Is it??......Can it be????.....It is the High Priest of the Possumarseblowers, himself 'Spaw blowing the sacred Possum (a little worried how that sounds.heheheheheheh) The crowd roars into the Heavens, the chant "Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......Membership for the Possum......The Big Mick strolls off stage, his mission complete......