You're blue and white and read all over, You help us through the day. From far-flung shores we scatter clover Think 'rhyming laurel' And cheer 'Calloo! Callay!'
Oooooh! It was in the year of God two thousand and three! Was invented and launched a place to play MC! And it did make its players so glad to be alive That they dubbed it with the name of MC Five Moreover, it contained an embarrassment of riches With games of lies and the like to have us in stitches So much that one would roll around on the floor Here's hoping that it will last for many years more!
*taking the torch and running with it* Let us host the game! Why exist we after all If not to have our glory, And once again (and soaked in rain) Add chapters to your story? Hearts of gold (and medals too) Await to home you here, What country is more virtuous, Less fat, and soaked in beer? (Of course I jest) Our ath-l-etes Await to welcome you, Their sense, at least, of sporting pride Will lend the grace that's due. And don't forget our stadia! Where it would all take place There's nowhere that's top-gradier (sorry) For match, parade, or race. (Out of inspiration for now....going to bed....)