Club Poem

 

We're the famous Beaudesert Kingfishers
A tiny bird you say
Well if you want a lesson in Rugby League
You just come and watch us play.

Our game is based on fitness
We go to training every day
Lifting posts, chopping stumps
And loading bales of hay.

And when the session's finished
But the fuel guage is still on full
It's over the back paddock for a warm down
And a game of touch with a cranky bull.

Our diet is one of balance
Full of carbo's, protein and cal's
At breakfast it's 3 dozen eggs
For lunch it's just a cow

At dinner it's three spitted pigs
And we'll share a little secret now
To give us a bit of mongrel
We add just half a can of Pal

So if you come to mix it with us
Be prepared to meet your test
For we are the Mighty Beaudesert Kingfishers
The very very best

And if you're game to take us on
In our minds we have a simple rule
We think you're either very brave
Or just a bloody fool