One flew over the Liverbirds’ nest
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There’s no ducking the issue
We Reds were goosed by a Gosling
Stuffed like Christmas turkeys
Our hopes as dead as dodos
And Steven Gerrard’s as sick as a parrot
‘NiceSwan’ chirped Moysie.
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