In Melbourne's warmth this November,
We gather, as friends to remember,
For Anthony, whose light always gleams,
In every beard, in our shared dreams.
With the sun on our faces, and hearts so near,
We grow our mustaches, with cheer,
Though he's in the Spirit world, his essence is still here,
Encouraging us, with love so dear.
Each hair tells of his fight, his grace,
Of unity, of love's embrace,
In the warmth of Movember, we mend,
For Anthony, our dear friend, till we meet again, as this is not the end.