The Squirrel is Eating a Conker
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The squirrel is eating a conker
The season is hitting its stride
Here’s hoping it turns out a stonker
As Autumn gives way to Yuletide
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But I’ve got a nasty suspicion
We’re not going anywhere fast
While Souness is short on contrition
And players can’t really be arsed
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So let’s take a leaf from Confucius
He say know yourself or know nowt
Don’t stay at home pruning the fuchsias
Turn up and declare – SOUNESS OUT!!
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