To all the girls I’ve ever loved before –
I’m afraid t’would be too short a ditty;
To all the jokes I’ve ever uttered –
Not enough of them were witty
To all the sums I got right at skool –
Well they wouldn’t fill a book;
And as for the poetry wat I lerned –
Last seen babbling by a brook
To all the songs that were my ‘favourite ever!’ –
Why yes, they run to many dozens
All those exquisite tunes enthralling….
My many perfect cousins!
And so what else besides
Could be regarded as my muse?
Why the church of Stamford Bridge of course
Where we sit and take our pews ….
Then to stand and chant and clap and cheer
As our heroes take to the fray;
Leaving one to jump and shout ….
“Please let me play!”