The Beautiful Game
What is the beautiful game?
Well, it's the sport that gives me chills,
A sport with neverending thrills and spills.
It's the game played around the world,
From Brazil to Thailand.
You kick it in the goal and yells are heard,
Remember only a keeper can use a hand.
The great players are Pele and Maradona,
They had the touch and the skill.
Both had a great public persona,
Who's gonna follow in their footsteps? Maybe you will.
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