Down under in Oz, over here,
There is no football, my dears,
This is a tale so drear,
A footy champion, once held dear,
He died of no football, no cheers,
We buried him at the ground, so austere,
His tumulus amounded each year,
We'd drive by, pouring a libation of beer,
The tumbleweeds blew,
Grass long and shaggy grew,
At the bar, no...
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