The Brazilian Ball

Golden, golden as the sun
Green, green there is some
From Brazil is where it has come
Without it you cannot play its main game
A friendly gift from someone we met in Melbourne
Unknown before
Previously stuck in a bush
Not able to be found
Yet unable to be forgotten
But in return for losing this ball
He gave me this object
That is now unforgotten
Every time I lift it, it brings back these memories
These wonderful fun times