THE PLAY

Our beloved Brother Joy

Sounds his sweet call

His boisterous brother

The gusty fire-eater

Is the first to answer

And soon more gather

The busy blame their luck

And go on with their work

The merry little band

March to the grounds

Joy and his brother

Array teams together

The play gets around

Fun and joy abound

... ... ...

Aye, play, brothers, play

But remember all the way

It is all but a play

Play the play for play

Play the play as play

Play the play for Joy

Play the play in joy

If you play for play

Brother Joy will stay

You play not for play

Joy will shy away

And his fierce brother

Will blast you in to `smither'


Inspiration: Volley ball playing at Training Centre