Songs for / about Foccers

[nick crisp]

A man of your stature is to be respected
Else surely my health would be affected
Alas my fighting abilities are well and truly past
Not that they were ever that vast
But in words we sharp swordsmen be
And in that I will drink to thee
A worthier opponent I have yet to meet
And so with glass raised high
Bigbluebear, 'tis you I do greet!