Olivier, Olivier, your services are in need,

Arsenal need a savior, mount your noble steed.

Ride into battle, and tear through our foes,

Using that hammer, to deliver the blows.

Pound in the goals, and clean up shop,

Upon your return, the panties will drop.

The Handsome French Bloke! They’ll cry and decree,

And legs will part, just like the sea.

An army of Gooners, you could create ,

Have a heart, don’t leave them to masturbate.

Heaven knows, you put them in the mood,

Be the Arsenal champion, our Giroud.

The poem can be heard at the end of the most recent Pintcast: There Will Be Blood.

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