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I was sat there in me chair
With a nice slice of Gruyere
Looking forward to The French playing The Swiss
Till I almost ate remote control
As the shock of them quick goals
Made me think the Swiss defence was on the piste.
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The French even missed a pen
Which can happen now and then
When their lookalike Peter Stilton made a stop
The rebound crashed agin the bar
As the Swiss fan stood aghast
Heads adorned with Toblerone and Cuckoo clocks.
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The French team were on fire
As The Swiss began to tire
Seemed to me they had a mountain range to climb
Then with Hitzfeld looking lost
Or maybe looking for a rosti
I stuck a fondue on to last me till full time.
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Then The Swiss went hell for leather
Started yodelling together
Scoring two to make a decent fist of it
While after the final whistle blew
A Benzema rocket flew
In to Stiltons net but was disallowed.
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Didier Deschamp called time out
Then quizzed the ref “What’s that about”
Disallowing that last goal by Benzema?
Seems the ref was right cheesed off
On being clocked by France’s boss
But his Swiss watch stopped resulting in the drama.