The mighty Springbok, the wildebeest;
Transvaal troops are here to feast!
Cotezee burned by heat of braai
Kiwi roasting has gone by!
Seek shelter now on British shores,
Hoping now to settle scores.
Recoup, rebuild to mount assault
On Twickenhams famous fortress vault.
Tables mountain challenge tops,
Squeeze English lifeblood of its last drops.
But English fare have built their wall,
And now together they're standing tall!
But Jones still feels under pressure,
Despite Grand Slam it shows the measure,
Of will and drive of General Jones,
To achieve success such pride he owns.
Not satisfied by 3-0 white wash,
Autumn Internationals new path to cross.
Challenge of a year's clean sweep;
The leaves of last year buried deep!
Intensity of the training camps,
Preparation authority they try and stamp;
Broken legs and broken jaws,
England honour opens doors:
Key members of the squad depleted,
Strength in depth, players replaced repeated.
For those from cold, this is your chance,
To lead them with the tribal dance.
South Africa, Australia and Fiji,
England take your chance to be;
Cock's of the North, and Southern too,
Means All Black's will come into view!
So first the Springbok must be tamed,
Wrestled strong, a forwards game,
Be brutal in defence
Give nothing and send them whence
With backs on hand to snipe and race,
To finish with an heir of grace.
Bring on this challenge, your chance to take,
And earn the title of English greats!
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