Weaving and bobbing and turning
And orchestrating every move,
It´s years since he finished his learning
He´s certainly nothing to prove
But just like a good vintage Bordeaux
He gets better with every year,
With desire and hunger, although
His thirty-fifth birthday is near
I guess you know who I´m describing
That imp from the Emerald Isle,
His goal had them slipping and sliding
Yesterday, before nestling in style
The one-legged wonder from Dublin
For his right peg´s used for no more,
Than keeping him upright and bubblin´
Very seldom does it get a score
But here in this league he´s a handful
When nearing the opponent´s goal,
And I for one, am truly thankful
He still graces Delia´s Bowl. OTBC
And orchestrating every move,
It´s years since he finished his learning
He´s certainly nothing to prove
But just like a good vintage Bordeaux
He gets better with every year,
With desire and hunger, although
His thirty-fifth birthday is near
I guess you know who I´m describing
That imp from the Emerald Isle,
His goal had them slipping and sliding
Yesterday, before nestling in style
The one-legged wonder from Dublin
For his right peg´s used for no more,
Than keeping him upright and bubblin´
Very seldom does it get a score
But here in this league he´s a handful
When nearing the opponent´s goal,
And I for one, am truly thankful
He still graces Delia´s Bowl. OTBC
