At the dead of night, Santa packs his sack,
And elves service his sleigh;
Baggy Green hats are donned once more,
Australians prepare to slay,
An England team at the Gabbatoir,
In the cauldron will they be cooked?
Or will they take root and take the game,
I'll tell you once i'll be hooked!
Bleary eyed, mouth catching flies,
As I listen and doze all night,
No place to hide no Anderson shelter
But England to put up a fight!
As the sun awoake and I raised my head
TMS the bird song of dawn
Chirruping away keeping me abreast
I hope I won't be forlorn
Broad smiles for me as I jump out of bed
Bestowed Ashes test series is here
Come on England Ashes be earned
Do you think it's too early for beer?
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