As Time goes by …
Up in the hills of the never-never,
The faded flag of the Kookaburra flies,
There in the nets of the never-never,
Here’s where the clubs old-boys try,
Recovering the skills of a by-gone era,
Lost in life, as time goes by.
Here the club’s old sons now keeping,
Tales of premierships fast receding,
Knowing these deeds are beyond and repeating,
In current battles with old limbs creaking!
Where brown summers and pain await them,
They struggle to each season’s end,
Knowing their sons won’t follow their leading,
Despite their yearly season’s pleading.
Selectors facing difficult gambles,
With captains caught in pre-match rambles,
Seeking teams with all round balance,
While hoping to avoid the selection malice.
Alas our youngsters have abandoned the cause,
Citing team efforts, they regard as a bore,
And attendance at training, they claim makes them sore!
So available for selection, they’re there no more,
With fast cars and girls galore, this is how they make a score!
And as for the old flags, they look quite poor,
Hanging in dust, on the change-room door.
Watto!
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