Princes of Peace
Here in parochial Melbourne town,
Football causes many a frown,
Folk say, "Who do ya barrack for?"
I think, "What do ya wanna know for?"
Then I say, "Right back at ya!
I barrack for Jesus and Mahatma!"
Yes, let's barrack for our princes of Peace,
In our hearts, their dear souls to keep,
It might make our world a better place,
If we all had a serene smiling face,
To barrack for Jesus and Mahatma,
"There you go, right back at ya!"
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016
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