THE HOLY POET
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.