Raunds Tigers 2 v Thraposton Town 2
Twas brilliant, and the slithy naves
Did gyre and crumble in our waves;
All mimsy were the opponents,
And the mothers rants outraged.
Beware the Raunds Tiger, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the offside trap, and shun
the frumious overlap!
We took our vorpal game in hand:
Long time the manxome foe we sought
We rested he by the half way line,
And paused awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought we stood,
The Raunds Tiger , with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And scored on stroke half time!
One, two! One, two! Went Gadersby
The full time score went snicker-snack!
We left game dead, at stroke full time
And went triumphant back.
And, has thou slain the Raunds Tiger?
Not quite this time my beamish boys!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
We chortled in our joy.
So season ends on even keel
With honours shared on battlefield
Come September desire refuelled
We’ll put all claims to God
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