Son of a legend, and the greatest of Danes,
A towering keeper with success in his veins,
From a boy at United he’s developed and grown,
And now Kaspar Schmeichel as a Champion is known.
A tireless worker on the right of defence,
With both pace and great timing mixed with tactical sense,
Though with less of the fuss that surrounds his team mates,
Danny Simpson belongs on the roll of fox greats.
The captain of Austria and a bit of a lad,
Though defensive at first, an attacking launch pad,
He is sure to be present in the history books,
He’s our Austrian left back, Christian Fuchs.
A man or a mountain, or a Teutonic knight,
Standing strong in the tackle, always up for the fight,
He’s a twice honoured champion, not too long in the tooth
He is known by just one word, and that word is Huth.
He’s the captain of captains, he’s our fearless fox leader,
Made a bang in the premier like a blue Al Queda,
He is Wesley (Wes) Morgan or Big Wes to his mates,
And he’s up there with Walsh and the rest of the greats.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray our goal should Schmeichel keep,
That Vards and Mahrez hit the net
More premier records they're sure to set.
Albrighton and Schlupp will work the wings; Whilst Drink's and Kante pull the strings;
Okazaki, Simpson, Fuchs, their names we'll write in history books;
Huth and Morgan stand tall and strong;
The bells ring out, dilly-ding-dilly-dong;
As fans sing songs in every stand,
We're soon to reach the promised land;
And if the dream should end before that day,
I'm Leicester City anyway.
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