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Ode to the Brumbies

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2nd May, 2010
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There was movement at the stadium, for the word had passed around
That the chance to play the finals got away.
A young squad of wild bush horses – or Brumbies as they were crowned,
Had fallen to Steve Walsh and Lyndon Bray.
All the tried and noted critics from papers near and far
Were beaming in their homesteads overnight,
For the Waratahs love winning where the wild bush horses are,
And the critics watch a ‘Tahs win with delight.

“The halves were flat and greedy and Hoiles gave the ref a spray”
The critics said “Your side will not get through
For next Saturday in Canberra – you’ve got the Reds to play,
The finals are a dream to such as you”.
So the Reds they stood in waiting – they would be there at the end –
“I think we’ve got a chance,” Matt Giteau said;
“I’ll get Steve Walsh kicked out and then a real ref can attend,
Their faces, like their jerseys, will be red”.

So Gits set up some chairs inside the Brumbies media wing
Where the best and boldest journos took their place,
“If Steve Walsh ref’s we won’t show up” was the climax for his sling –
The mud stuck somewhat thick to Walsh’s face.
They halted for a moment as SANZAR swung their dreaded lash,
But they knew that there was still a game to play,
They bolted home, a four-try win, and the Reds had done their dash –
This time the wild bush horses got away.

Now down the nation’s capital where politician’s kids get raised
Where porn is rife and teenagers get high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, except when fireworks are ablaze
At twenty-firsts, across the frosty sky,
And where around the round-a-bouts the tourists cannot find their way
Despite the fact the roads are clearly signed,
There’s a team of wild bush horses who’ve remembered how to play,
And they’ve got semi-finals on their mind.

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