There was a Robin in my hood
With nimble feet – oh! – he was good.
And Robin nursed a broken wing
But still to him did Arsene cling –
For 7 eons without relent –
Until the Robin’s wings had strength!
1 season Robin made us fly-
The Tots and Blues we did fly by.
So Song, our Ox and all the boys
Did bask is Gooners’ pleasant noise!
The Robin’s head became too big;
He said, “Arsene, you aint my league”!
And Robin ate the Devil’s pie –
Red recipe that’ll make him die!
So when you see the Robin pause
And pray he gets hit by a bus!!!
I am a gunner till I die!!!
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.