Farewell King of Kings

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 It seems like only yesterday
That Henrik joined the Celts to play
Another Bhoy – it wasn’t new
They’d come and gone like morning dew

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’d seen our share of hopeless men
Who’d shamed the Hoops and left again
The struggle lost – these men for hire
Would leave our Celtic in the mire

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 We needed men of strength and fight
We hoped that Wim had chosen right
So off to Easter Road we went
To see the man on whom Wim spent

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 A paltry sum to give the Dutch
For Celtic didn’t have that much
It wasn’t great – if truth be known
For Henrik gave some cause to moan

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 With time still left he made a pass
It found a Hibee on the grass
A Celtic fan: such irony
Chick Charnley lashed it in with glee.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The sun shone down, we did our best
But did our Bhoy just fail the test?
Now little did the legions know
This man would give us all a show

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 From this most inauspicious start
We took the Swedish Bhoy to heart
If mighty oaks from acorns grow
We reaped what Blessed Henrik sowed

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 For born from Henrik’s debut game
Would spring a legend worth the name
The King of Kings, for it is he
Is loved by all the hooped army

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 For seven years he did us proud
The number seven of the crowd
He made opponents look like dross
(His ball sailed sweetly over Klos)

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 His pace, his drive, his quality
Could lift the hearts of all who’d see
Bhoys and Ghirls embraced this gift
He’d given all the Club a lift

11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 But now the time has come to go
He gave his all – and more you know
The fans will always sing his name
For years to come we’ll shout the same

12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 He more than earned each penny paid
His memory will never fade
In years to come, when we grow old
We’ll tell our kin of players bold

13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Of players they weren’t born to see
Who wore the green for you and me
But though the years will pass and more
We’ll not forget who we adore

14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 For Henke means far more than most
He gave us pride and cause to boast
We love so dear what fortune brings
God bless you Henrik – King of Kings

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/farewell-king-of-kings/