Sitting with a feather behind my ear
It reminds me of Shakespeare with his quill
The injection depot fills me with fear
It’s like they are trying to make me ill
So I look to the heroines and girls
The way I kiss the grass and kneel to pray
Hemp, Mead, Greenwood take corners and ball swirls
Protect those ankles so you do not lay
Agyemang, the youth in you is pure belle
Williamson captains and leads with great style
I just wish I was not going through hell
Play your game, sprint hard, go that extra mile
Please strip swing your tops off if we do win
Do not worry about the rules, just grin
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