There were goals up in them fields,
the evening air was crisp and cool,
I had these gloves that me mate dubbed “sic”,
but it was paradise spoiled by fools.
The three of us met in the field,
standing proud and tall,
a holy trinity ready to play,
but none of us had a ball.
We stood and we stared disbelieving,
we heckled and called each other names,
but the fact of the matter was that we were stuffed,
regardless of who was to blame.
We stood in our trainers all shiny and bright,
and me with my “sic” new gloves,
but without a ball they were no use at all,
we couldn’t play the game we all loved.