Ah. Football.

Loosing the Grand Final.

When you’re sunburned
And the light tears up your eyes
Fear the magpies a-swooping
Down from the skies.

It’s the first weekend in October
And the magpies are frisking
So keep up your defense, boys
It’s not worth risking.

For they come with the war-cry
Of many, many times lost
And draws, well draws are draws
They come with a cost.

Take it from me, right now.
Boys, you need to fight back
Against these magpies
Caroling on white and black

If you let them fly free
They just knock you flat
So be prepared, for next season
Arm yourself with a bat.