Four Stars
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There’s four stars on their Shirt now.
There’s four stars on their chest.
They’ve brought the Trophy back to Rome,
They’ve proved they are the best.
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They saw off Ghana and the Czechs,
They drew against The States.
And having come through that First Stage,
They pressed ahead in haste.
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The Socceroos put up a fight,
But could not block their path.
Francesco Totti’s aim was true,
And onward they advanced.
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Ukraine had three stuck past ‘em.
They dealt Deutschland two blows.
Then on a sultry Berlin night,
They faced their final Foe.
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They scored five Spot-Kicks out of five,
As cool as any German.
While one poor Frenchman fluffed his try,
And left a Nation squirming.
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Some say Zidane was set up.
Some claim the match was rigged.
But they’re the newly-crowned World Champs,
So they don’t give two figs.
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Look out, Brazil, they’re closing in,
They’re breathing down your neck.
‘Cos you’ve got five stars on your Shirt,
But they’ve got just one less!
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14/7/06
Denys E. W. Jones
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