God?
I know this is going to sound ridiculous but this girl loves this team.
It's breath has ebbed, it's pulse is low
It's feet are webbed but even so
You must know
That although ours tears are poised to burst
We've kept our faith warm through the worst
We haven't cursed our luck or run amok
To prayer we've stuck
Please reward our pluck
And save this (lame) duck.
(Apologies to the writers of Pippin.)
Of course, the last part isn't quite true but since the duck dies anyway it might work out better this way.
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