Soccer?


The ball is flung across the way
The stands are loud with thunder roars.
I sit up high, and feel my hair sway.

Back and forth, so far away.
They run around like wild boars.
The ball is flung across the way.

I ask myself, how it is they play?
Attacks as if they were at war.
I sit up high, and feel my hair sway.

Everyone gets still - they stay.
The ball so high, eight feet or more.
The ball is flung across the way.

I wonder, is this a good gameday?
A nice hard kick against the floor.
I sit up high, and feel my hair sway.

What is it that the refs say?
All I wonder is did they score?
The ball is flung across the way.
I sit up high, and feel my hair sway.

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