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A sniffing snout from ‘neath the earth
Investigates the world’s re-birth,
As buds appear on long-dead twigs
And noonday twigs gain colour.
It wonders if it’s time to break
Harsh winter’s sleep and spring awake,
Gauging if the panorama
Needs to get much fuller.
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And then he cries, “Setanta Cup!
Thank Goodness I have woken up!
My hibernation’s at an end,
The season is upon us!”
And from the crowd, a mighty roar
Means football has returned once more,
And thoughts again are focussed on
The yearly quest for honours.