THE HOLY POET


Henrik Larsson.

Henke was slim but strong as an ox
And his pace was so quick that once in the box,
You'd gamble your mortgage, you felt it a cert
That wee Henke Larsson'd hit the back of the net.

Songs have been sung of teams home and abroad
But Henke our King, was a wee Celtic Ghod
I've never heard passion or felt such emotion
And he always responded with his wee magic potion.

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