Now I've heard there was a forward's game, 
That stayed away until winter came, 
But you don't really care for sevens, do ya?

It goes like this: you take the pitch,
the more you weigh, the more you win,
The forwards holiday "Oh, hallelujah! "

!

Your team was strong but they needed weight,
"Time to fill up a second plate,
you don't want to get outscored tomorrow, do ya?"

"
They ate until they broke their chairs,
They packed on pounds and donned their flair,
"Looks like we play at 10 vs. Chattanooga"

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We tried our best, but it wasn't much, 
"we'd have won the match if you could kick for touch"
"or if that massive prop didn't blow right through ya"

Look, we're here - there's food, there's beer,
at Possum Park with festive cheer,
There's no better place than this, "Oh, hallelujah! "​​​​