Thunder rumbles, 
Clouds set in,
Players run out,
Ready to win
Grabbing the ball.
They form a ruck,
Pushing and grabbing,
And getting the ball stuck,
With a blow of a whistle,
A serum goes down,
The forwards are pushing and getting,
A pound,
The backs are prepared,
In a diagonal line,
They’re a vulnerable team,
While we’re looking fine,
A groan from the crowd,
As the rain starts to fall,
So all we have now is……
A mud covered ball.