Irish?
I have a friend in Ireland,
A land renown for green,
And this colour dominates,
His website on my screen.
He is very clever with his words,
Painting images oh so clear,
Even proffers wisdom too,
Wisdom that will conquer fear.
But alas he has a deep secret,
So here is the inner truth,
He is a closet Aussie,
As detected by this sleuth.
Check out my friend's great pet,
Goldie is his name,
A gold fish that swims in circles,
Anticlockwise, unless it rains.
So green and gold are his secret code,
Colours that we Aussies wear,
Our football jerseys oh so proud,
Crush the greens with awesome fear.
So when it comes to the rugby world cup,
Maybe his true colours will show,
But I'll still back the All Blacks,
From my place of birth you know.
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