Let those eleven, be the lift,
they make some heaven, such a gift,
no ego phallus, can be seen,
just a well versed, committed team,
as, Europe’s Queen, is England born,
a bright Red Rose, between the thorns,
in blood, in sweat, and in their tears,
ensures good spirits, for many years,
they make the scene, victorious,
throughout, they’ve been so glorious,
a shining example, of what family is,
in many hearts, they’ll never miss,
so, sing this loud, far, and wide,
fill yourselves, with Lioness Pride,
for it is the fuel, to power through,
a guiding beacon, that is so true.