‘The March of Time’ is a Victorian anthem sung in romantic strain to the monument Productivity. Verses proclaim asylum seekers drown at sea or go Pacific for Productivity. Sun dries us and seas engulf (the rhymes are anachronisms) in deification of Productivity. Coral will pale and coals glow forever thanks be Productivity. Mandarins present noble leaders with one thousand flowers blooming Productivity. Indigenous don’t get it, Productivity. Mixed chorales perform ‘The March of Time’ at ceremonies and moves are afoot to make it the national song, though unproductive minorities continue to vote for ‘Waltzing Matilda’ and ‘Friday On My Mind’.