They said it could never be done ….
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But done it was
Without any from Oz
Not a single defeat
They drew or beat …
Everyone
With style and fun
And charming grace
Plus guile and pace
They bettered the lot
Won the pot
With points to spare …
We could only stare
And gasp in disbelief
At how the words of their chief
Could come to pass
Carried off with class
And such will to win …
So now they deservedly grin
And happily chortle
While the rest of us, just deferentially bow, to the immortal
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