(A poem I could have written every year since 1961)

 

No question we will win the League next year

And he who doubts can only be a fool

For Tottenham Hotspur l’heure de gloire is near.

 

You other teams might scoff and gloat and jeer

That Spurs have dined so long on football gruel

But there’s no doubt we’ll win the League next year

 

Just mark my words – it’s time to end this smear

A jibe which like a scar we bear so cruel

For Tottenham Hotspur l’heure de gloire is near.

 

So fill your pints and cry into your beer

Man City, Arsenal and Liverpool

Cos there’s no doubt we’ll win the League next year

 

And study next year’s fixture list with fear

To search the date your team returns to school

For Tottenham Hotspur l’heure de gloire is near.

 

Remember that you read it first on here

That over the whole League the Spurs will rule

There is no doubt we’ll win the League next year

For Tottenham Hotspur l’heure de gloire is near.