Goodbye Weetabix
May you never grow on his head
You were the greatest hairstyle
Even when it turned thin as thred
When you played for your country
And Arca made you wince with pain
Now we will never see you
But we will always refer to you by that name
And it seems to me you lived your life
With a weetabix on your head
Getting thinner with each sunset
It got very thin
And your photo's will be posted here
And remember it we will
Your hair fell out long before
Your legend ever will