The Footy Boot

The footy boot marching on the ground ,
It's razor sharp studs ripping through the grass,
And the thick teeth sinking within the surface,
Each blade of grass wavering in fear.

It's razor sharp studs ripping through the grass,
Remains of grass clutching to the boot,
Each blade of grass wavering in fear,
But for the boot it was just a sport.

The leather boot as rough as a cats tongue,
The bladed studs as sharp as a snakes fang,
Remains of grass clutching to the boot,
But for the boot it was just a sport.

The bladed studs as sharp as a snakes fang,
The leather boot as rough as a cats tongue,
The footy boot marching on the ground,
And the thick teeth sinking within the surface.