In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets,
Lies a club where every footy fan meets.
Black and white, their colors fly,
A magpie's pride, soaring high.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Where dreams are chased, and understood.
With every kick, mark, and handball,
The Magpies stand, united and tall.
From Victoria Park to the MCG,
Their history rich, for all to see.
Legends have graced the hallowed ground,
With roaring fans, their cheers resound.
They fight, they strive, with all their might,
Under the floodlights, every Friday night.
With every goal, the crowd's roar swells,
Echoing through the city, a story it tells.
So here's to the Magpies, black and white,
In their quest for glory, they take flight.
Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Forever strong, forever good.
I dream of giving an Elvis concert,
To learn his popular songs.
Stand on the stage and sing,
"Wise man say" or "Are you lonesome tonight".
These are my favorite songs,
The day I sang to the dinning-hall friends.
There are many more good songs,
That I have to remember.
When they heard me they applauded,
And seemed to enjoy that.
He is my favorite performer,
He acts and sings, a great performer of the century.
I am a real fan of his acting and songs,
When you leave his performance.
You will wish to hear more,
He is a consumate actor and performer.
He leaves you begging for more,
A brilliant man on stage and screen.
The Elvis competition in Collingwood,
A musical career awaits, a movie career next.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Quizmasters often test mentalities,
by asking folks to name pluralities,
of things of many different sorts.
Like, soldiers might be called 'cohorts'.
There are 'flights' of geese and jets and stairs,
my socks are sometimes found in 'pairs'.
A young girl's curls could hang in 'bangs',
and crooks might hang about in 'gangs'.
Such gangs could join to form a 'mafia',
alas that only rhymes with 'raffia'.
Apes, as you'd know, can make a 'shrewdness',
could rednecks joined become a 'rudeness'?
And though Collingwood fans are two a penny,
more than one is just 'Too Bloody Many'.
Unless you have been in the same pub or football ground with Collingwood fans, or on the same train or tram or continent, you will never understand.
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