Well good gents from Ipswich Town With overflowing cup, One thing´s sure, you won´t go down And could even come up Two points off the play-off group With eight games still to play, Can you galvanise your troupe Then who can say come May Without knowing who you meet Before this season´s done, M. McCarthy´s worked a treat Getting you on a run Personally I´d love the chance To restart rivalries, Although some might look askance At those ´Old Farm´ Derbies And I know we´ve our own fight To stay up where we are, Three more wins should see us right And that´s our guiding star If you should end in those four Whose season end´s delayed, By two or even three games more Any team can be slayed. Should be very interesting following both our run-ins
Well ´shiver me Hawkings´ long time no see Hope you´re well with no fatigue, And thank you big Al, as we aim to be One of those who stay Premier League.
You'll be lucky to flourish Against Daniel Sturridge You need those points on the board But you've got a cushion So keep on pushing And I'm sure you'll get your reward Against all odds Our lucky sods Saw all around them fail last night We're back in the mix For the final kicks And we could even make the top flight
Thanks Barclay for the kind words To me this season is no surprise Some others thought it quite absurd That we'd still be fighting for a prize Most of us have kept the faith And put our trust in Mick Spanish let us know of his hate And has given him some stick After all is said and done The most of us agree This season has been much more fun Than the preceding three The play offs are in reach Relegation far away I really hope to see Our derbies back one day I know what you're all thinking I stole the format for this ode Straight from RBF, that's right, I'm a stinking, Thieving little toad
Thank you Barclay and welcome back A budgie with rhymes, not on the attack Our board is alive after last night's win We'll need a new server to fit us all in The turnstiles were bursting in Ipswich last night With seventeen thousand odd, space was tight(!) Thirty-eight seconds and Derby score Who would have thought we'd have scored two more?! With poor Jonny Williams kicked to death And ex-budgie Martin endeared to the ref Berra goes down under violent assault "Who me, ref? It wasn't my fault!" A terrible game with terrible visitors I hope that's the last time Derby visit us McLaren look out! This game is fractious You and your team of eleven Ben Thatchers Two points off the play-offs and dreams are alive Of an old farm derby (if Norwich survive) You boys did well to get points last week Whilst all those around you sprung a defensive leak So here's to the future and dreams of promotion Or avoiding the drop, if yellow's your potion So put on your colours and open a beer And maybe, just maybe, we'll see you next year
As always Hawkings, to converse in verse Is something I just can´t resist, And your splendid effort, and in no way terse I´ll happily add to my list No surprise really that one Martin C Did himself no favours at all, Unfortunately his is a plagued history Of a lad just riding for a fall We hoped that maybe now he´d settled down He would gradually find his feet, Because underneath his quite blustery gown He´s talented, skilful and neat And of course Derby may be one of those You yet have to meet once again, If you pick up enough points by the close To keep promotion hopes open We´ll do our best to stay right where we are Just in case this could be your year, Having `The Derby ´ back on our radar Is something that should bring us cheer.
