It was a day like any other day -
In Melbourne, when the teams began to play -
But when it ended, Hawthorn lost - or won!
It was a year that happens every day -
I mean... a day that happens every year -
As... you'd... expect... when sydney came to play -
Beer beer beer beer beer beer beer wind rain hail beer.
But does it really matter in the end
How Hawthorn wins? I'm sure we'll get along
And join as one - or two - hold hands, and bond
In an absolute and utter trouncing of the swans.
And when it's finished over said and done -
Wrote this on the train and tram in to the Dan this afternoon in full expectation of a Hawthorn victory. Happily, I wrote it in the tone of a person who doesn't know what he's talking about, which fits my actual personality to the ground. And now, I would like to share my ignorance about anything and everything with you all.