The Swans

The roar from the Cricket Ground as I walk past
The merchandise sold there, all in red and white
'Why do they wear red and white?' I ask the girl
'Oh they used to play in Melbourne or something'
Her bored demeanour indicated it was just a job
And then the first of the swans spill out the gates
Noticably, they're all 'Aussies', all white. Middle cless
It's a safe sport for these people, sophitsticated even
Very Australian, no muddying from foreign influence
And so apt that the team is named after that bird:
Serene to the viewer's eye, elegant, beautiful even
Under the murky surface paddling like mad for advantage