High are the expectations Each year, as August draws near, But always come re-evaluations As autumn and winter appear, Irrespective of all preparations And plans, to bring us all cheer, There'll no doubt be some machinations It's "Carrow Road Jitters" this year No points or success yet at home Is something that should cause concern, But with 'a million and one' games to come There's time for the tidings to turn, If those, who were building of Rome Had plenty of time to burn, Then Manning, in the Carrow Road dome Has ages yet, in which to learn. rbf
Good point carrabuh There are still a few Although notably, some have gone , Myself, I appear Most seldom I fear A visiting fantom of song.
