It seemed that the season had fallen apart
For long times we looked down and out
So said those nay sayers of tenuous heart
But, no! It was never in doubt!
We yearned for Our Harry to rupture the spell
And staunch the boys’ long winless drought
As inexorably further and further we fell
But, no! It was never in doubt!
We thought when we’d suffered this tortuous grief
“What was all the big fuss about?”
But nevertheless we breathed sighs of relief
But, no! It was never in doubt!
