He scrapped and fought for his honour,
Never a thought was to hide.
They failed as they tried to contain him,
As he scored once again for his side.
It’s been said that this terror was lethal,
He’d hunt like a wolf for his prey.
If they baited he grew even stronger,
He’d strike to make them all pay.
With speed of lightning that flashes,
He would raise the roof like thunder.
In pages of old golden stories,
A truly immortal Great Wanderer.
Robbie Kennedy Bennett 2002