My players
My players are loud and shout,
But they stand proud without a doubt.
That uniform goes on and everything changes,
It's like we're in different stages.

Fouling proudly without pouting
We play hard, we play to ugh
Our voices sound so rough.

We giggle and laugh
Following the other teams wrath
We fight, we compete
We know never to retreat.
We are the Hornets.

The mighty Hornets.

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