Blessed are the Almanackers, for they are pure of heart even those that worship false idols.
Blessed is the Harms of No Sleep; the translator of mysterious footy tongues.
Blessed are the meek like Gigs, Crio, Neil and Barkly for the Dogs will win a flag in their next life.
Blessed are those who are poor in spirit like Phantom for the sun rises on his Wynyard Cats even as it sets on their Corio cousins.
Blessed are those who mourn like Rick Kane, for the Hawks will make many more Grand Finals.
Blessed are the merciful like Yvette whose Saints light up her life as her paintings light up ours.
Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called thieving, cheating white maggots.
Blessed are those who hunger and search for righteousness, for the Eagles will be rewarded next year.
Blessed are those who are persecuted like the Frema……..
Forget it – I’m an Eagle not a Saint.