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The Ovoid Ball
‘Twas down at Hoppers last Saturday evening
A grizzled veteran I chanced to spy
A pint of Theakstons I set before him
He looked at me, and commenced to cry
‘We wear no logos, no costly jerseys,
No sponsored tracksuits, no none at all
We just play rugby the way it should be
A band of comrades and an ovoid ball’
I don’t like Mondays, weekdays or Sundays,
‘Tis Saturdays that me enthrall
Green shirt I don it, six-nine upon it
And make fair sport with the ovoid ball
The name they call us, Grasshoppers Strollers
Each one I’d trust with my heart and soul……
Though not my wallet, still less your daughters
For it’s all for one, and it’s one for all.