Quokkas C.C.

Ode to the Quokkettes

To be sung to the tune of Guns and Roses’ ‘November Rain’ (just the guitar solo)

O Quokkette,
O Quokkette,
I sing your praise without regrette!
The cricket playing Quokkas are in your debt.
Your support is true,
You stick like glue,
Steadfastly to the team when they play like pooh.

O Quokkette,
Dear Quokkette,
You make us feel like jelly unset,
All runny,
Very fluid,
My soul, whenst you’re near, feels quite nuide.

In Paris,
the city of loves,
You were there when Rev donned the gloves.
You make me cry
Like a thousand lost doves.

But…..
Doves never get lost, because of some sort of animal instinct that not even scientists can satisfactorily explain.
Can you?
Baby?

O Quokkette,
My Quokkette,
We’ll make you proud,
Of that I’ll bet.
We will have many wins,
You’ll forget our many sins,
Like loving you enough, to children beget. (Have sex)