Three years of school left
Racing through that time
Destiny is dumb and deaf
No use loooking for a sign
Be the Rugby player at his best
diving into it one scrum at a time now
Coming out strength after strength
Holding the catcher in the line out
Into the first fifteen force in your quest
Propping up the team staunch and stout
Leaving the opposition often bereft
Declare hoorahs in hellish shouts
Push scrummage forward until the other side's spent
close enough so the try line is found
Hard and aggressive til their forwards repent
To fight like an Anzac for every inch of ground
Lay it and claim life's course
Undaunted toward it tirelessly
Through fifteen years of force
Break the walls on the field of violence
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