I would not trade my T,
Even for a golden key.
You’re so special to me,
I achieve and I leave,
My golden day is now behind.
You’re so very kind,
I am glad you stay with me.
It’s good that you’re not clay,
As you would not stay.
You are my golden key.
As you look at me while I sleep,
You keep my dreams nice,
You turn them into ice.
Rugby has its floors,
But when I go through the doors,
I become a new person,
Like my friend at the end.