Last year a big storm hit us,

Where no one could go anywhere,

Or no one could see anyone,

And after each day went by it got worse.

 

Last year I hoped football would stay on,

With belief,

And now my hope turned to sadness.

 

And last year the football was not round,

And we clapped and cheered for the NHS,

But covid still found its way.

 

This year football and saints will return,

The happiness will come back,

And I will enjoy it like any other normal year without covid in the way.

 

This year will be a better year,

I will see my friends again,

And go on holiday to nice places.

 

And you will soon forget the past