Drafty thing:
Dear Karen Mundy
I know you still cry
Each time your only son
kisses you goodbye
But we are so thankful
for everything you’ve done
You raised him up and let him go
and now he’s Freo’s son
Does he get his calmness
from his Dad or you?
Did having 3 sisters
help prepare him too?
Cause even in his debut year
he played with poise and grace
An old footy brain
behind that young, angelic face
CHORUS
Frid’y Saturd’y Sund’y
you’re magic Mundy
It blows my mind
the way you bend time
Always a leader
always in control
always the one we’ll trust
to kick the winning goal
It should be getting boring
300 games have passed
But I can think of so few times
that you have been outclassed
You’ve given us your everything
your whole career and more
You’ve had our hearts, 300 starts
The one we all adore
You’ve carried us for so long
We trust you with our life
Sweet 16, you guide the team
through all manner of strife
I hope you’re here another year
before the setting sun
brings more time with your family
and visits to your Mum
