12 Apostles

There once was twelve who captured the world,

then the tide came and knocked four away,

a beautiful sight fell down in the night,

it was a sad and historical fight,

the tide gnawing at the rocks,

it was so sad when they finally dropped,

a place once standing strong and proud,

now draws much less of a crowd,

people who came here for twelve,

now settle for eight, leaving less for the world.