Ode to Ben Woodburn

Woodburn, Boy Ben -
who needs Big Ben?
One strike, a beginning.
Born in Nottingham,
raised in Sir Gaer
across the border.

He's a Cymro
without a question -
a Lerpwl lad
used to the red.

But remember the magic
that incredible 'hud'
of 'Hen Wlad'
sung during the game
( like Bale's goal v. Belgium) -
as the opposition's clock
is suddenly stopped.


But not our Ben-
at the very end
of the ringing chorus
the Austrians mesmerised,
hypnotised by the song
and Ben's right peg
like a resounding chord
of all the Barry Horns
and thousands of jubilations.