I'll tell of the match on the sea shore,
When the shrimps were to play for the cup, ---->
Against th'ants who lived on the shore line,
On the sand, at the side of the brook.
Two crabs were to act as the linesmen,
'Cos sideways they ran quite the best,
And the ref was to be an old lobster,
His shirt, was his mother's old vest.
The lobster he picked up a sea shell,
In the air, it, he wanted to toss,
So the teams could call for t' centre,
In the end it where t' shrimps that lost.
'Twere a beautiful day for a skirmish,
With the ants in their strip of bright red.
But t' shrimps had no gear to be proud of,
So they used their old school shirts instead.
Sam shrimp was the first one to reach it,
He kicked it with all of his might,
But the ball had moved over a fraction,
So Sam missed and fell on his right.
Both teams they crowded around him,
And shouted rude words at the ball,
They'd all seen it move on it's ownsome
And Sam kicked sand at them all.
The lobster he felt in his pocket,
For a card that he knew would be there,
But came out with nothing but seaweed,
At his claw he did nothing but stare.
The free kick gave th'ants the advantage,
As goalwards they rushed full of hope,
And Sam he looked on from the touchline,
And hoped that his team they would cope.
'Twere a sad day for Sam and his team mates,
As the ants scored a goal on the beach,
But shrimps they staged a fast come back,
When half time came, it were one each.
The game it were played with a fury,
The crowd were all cheering like mad,
When Sam got the ball on his left foot,
And scored with a shot past his dad.
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'Twere this way, one day in September,
The ants who had always been champs,
Accepted a challenge from t' shrimp's team,
Who they knew they could beat off their pants.
The crabs who were acting as linesmen,
Dressed up smart in seaweed and kelp,
Got hold of some wandering turtles,
And asked them as goal posts to help.
The shrimps they had nowt in their favour,
Their chances of victory seemed small,
For the sand had lost all it's moisture
And the wind in their faces an all.
The kick off were sharp at ten thirty,
Just as soon as the whistle had blown,
Both sides ran hard at the football,
But the football it moved on it's own.
Now the ref who had seen the occurrence,
And didn't know what to do next,
Blew a blast on his brand new tin whistle,
Stamped his foot and said, "I'm vexed."
The crowds on the shore line all shouted,
"Send him off for being a cheat.
Kicking sand in the face of the ant's team
And him using all of his feet!"
The ants with the crowd right behind them,
Wanted Sam to be sent off the pitch,
So the ref showed a claw at Sam sideways
And Sam went off and sat in the ditch.
The ants they had best line of forwards,
As a team they ran with a will.
But shrimps had t' best combination,
And they were on top of the hill.
So Sam called his shrimp pals together,
And told of a plan that he had,
To stop th'ants winning the final,
And swopped his white shirt with young Brad.
The crowd was all stunned into silence,
The ants ran back with a cheer,
When up came t' shrimp's blazing captain,
And thumped Sam right on his ear.
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