One For Sorrow-Still No Joy.
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A magpie was perched on the stand,
the crowd had gone home, even the band.
A Sheffield owl out of the dark,
alighted into St. James Park.
“Hello friend” he said with a smile,
I havn’t seen you around for a while.
How’s your luck the roll of the dice,
how’s he doing, Sam Allardyce
The magpie choked, kept back a tear,
“Alas he is no longer here.
The new chairman gave him the sack,
and the crowd booed got on his back.
He had no chance to show the way,
some bad results, the piper to pay.
Keegans third coming up and gone,
relegation struggle now on.
The new boss swears eveyone kinnear,
no fight on the pitch, that’s my fear”.
The owl said, “Now listen to me,
from an acorn strong grows a tree.
Foundations you need right from the start,
and players that play from the heart.
Keep your faith what ever you do,
I must fly, it’s too wet to woo”
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