For the Frisbros
It swiftly flies through the air,
fighting gravity but destined to fail.
Our sport has passion, our sport has flair.
It is this experience I wish to share:
Unleashing the disc, watching it sail.
It swiftly flies through the air.
We sprint to its destination without a care,
fighting for position, leaving a trail.
Our sport has passion, our sport has flair.
It’s either great pride or deep despair
Taking a risk or deciding to bail
It swiftly flies through the air.
Missing or making by just a hair
Will we fall short? Will we prevail?
Our sport has passion, our sport has flair.
It’s on poorly mowed grass that we declare
Our love for the game, we tell the tale
It swiftly flies through the air
Our sport has passion, our sport has flair.
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