Every team has one
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He’ll let you know, by marking you black and blue
That constantly rounding him, is the wrong thing to do
And you’ll know when he’s rattled, when you’re under his skin
By the sharp ankle tap, or the kick on the shin
And should you happen to smirk, or worse still to laugh
Recompense for you, will be a rake on the calf
And if once more, you should skip on by
Then don’t be surprised, by a thud on the thigh
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Now I’m not trying to condone it (as I ‘accidentally’ step on your toe)
But I only make the team these days, as the wily old pro
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