Monday, April 29, 2013

It Is Too A Sport

give me a spade and give me the field,
give me a spawn and get me unveiled,
give me your boon bright handkerchief,
and I'll show you how I compete.

I need no helmet,
nor mud-caked boots.
I need no padding,
nor guard for tooth.
I need no balls,
nor dyed shirt.
I need just a direction
and people to hurt.

I won't attack you direct,
no, that's not the way;
I'll cut the ground out
from whence you stay.

Standing still is the worst defense,
and there's an audience upon the fence.

give me a spade and give me the field,
give me a spawn and get me unveiled,
give me your boon bright handkerchief,
and I'll show you how I compete.

I need no reward,
just standing tall
upon the field while
mine enemies fall.
I need no trophy,
just my trusty spade,
look down to see
where the bodies laid.

I won't take revenge
if I take a fall,
the world's too tiny for
everyone to stand tall.

Running around, eyes on your toes,
try to jump as high as the sky goes.

give me a spade and give me the field,
give me a spawn and get me unveiled,
give me your boon bright handkerchief,
and I'll show you how I compete.

give me a field and I'll give you a try,
give me a stadium to play and to fly,
let me bring my coat-of-arms and motif
and I'll show you how I love to spleef.

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