Know the part, the stage the same,
The world and its games.
Roll a dice, kick a ball,
Be enthused , shame them all.
Pitch it fast, hit it gone.
The run to Rome has hit the throng.
A castle in the arena lay,
With heads decapitated all the day.
The fish they swim, the birds they soar.
The earth in nature is not a bore.
The winner wins, the loser loss.
Hang em all by the cross.