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Australia’s team is the Wallabies
And New Zealand’s the All Blacks;
Their conflicts know no niceties---
Their nations’ pride is on their backs.
The great day of the battle’s here---
The very air is tensed and strained;
Footie fans come from far and near---
Their football fevers all enflamed.
The skeptic cannot understand
What the great fuss is all about---
What ails these raucous rowdy fans?
Why do they always scream and shout?
That a paddock full of grown men
With fire flaming in their eyes
Would chase a bladder filled with wind
All their intelligence defies.
But meanwhile at the football ground
The nations’ songs are sung with pride;
Excitement builds as anthems sound---
The teams form up on opposite sides.
Then the All Blacks do their war dance
As fearless Aussies stare them down,
Maintaining a defiant stance,
Not a flinch of fear is found.
The whistle blows, the game is on---
It’s a call to battle stations---
Both sides attack---they charge headlong---
It’s not good for race relations!
Now when all the dust has settled
And the winner is declared---
Despite much hardware rattled,
There’s a sweet sense of pleasure shared!
So ‘till we meet again as foes
We’ll part for now as best of friends;
But every informed pundit knows,
Football’s where the friendship ends!
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