There is a stick and a ball
Its on the grass, no wall
we hit and we score
and the crowds cheer for more
Our kilts may fly up and about
All the boys scream and shout
We'll drive the ball fromthe ground
And when it clicks we here no sound
The grass may leave stains on us
But all of us, never fus
we might cry when we lose
Its the fate, we didn't chose
Theres STX and Grays
And oh so many ways
They don't help the ball go far
That depends on how good you are
Our teammates yell for us to hit
But others run over us bit by bit
It hurts when you don't make that goal
When you tripped over your own insole
When its all done we looke like a mess
What this is...GUESS! GUESS! GUESS!
 
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