Holy Hornet Raid
They had a sense in being right
Listened to those explain their plight
Docked inside the sailing ports
Going into battle wearing a shirt, socks and shorts
On a battlefield called sports
Saints giving a Southampton name
European football was the game
Granted no championship this year
Relegation not even a fear
Watford teetering keeping a high profile
Enjoying the buzz while being wild
Time did come
To find out where the hornets were coming from
Raid the worker bees
Taking the nectar not even saying please
Plotting the invasion
Inquisition question started raisin
Having a nice sweet product
Saints all knowing where they got it
A defenseless flower
With peaceful beauty power
Before the clock minutes left the teens
Saints put one on the board for their team
And after the break
Another one Saints did take
Reading two to nil
Forgiveness put on the bill
And own goal was credited
Spiritual bug in the match netted it
Suddenly a lightning power surge
Thundered back ending the Saints purge
Pulling the stingers out of the hive
Black and yellow creatures barely alive
There was no change on the table
Four still able
To claim survival
And not be taken down by a rival
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