In fields of green where athletes glide with ease,
They toss the bud instead of javelins,
As cheers erupt between a cloud of breeze.
The high jump should be quite the sight to see,
As competitors float like wayward pins,
In fields of green where athletes glide with ease.
The marathon becomes a slow, sweet tease,
With snacks and giggles ‘midst the rolling spins,
As cheers erupt between a cloud of breeze.
Relay batons? They’re now just tasty cheese,
Each runner munches, grins, and gives their wins,
In fields of green where athletes glide with ease.
The weightlifters squat but only on their knees,
They lift their heads, and that’s where fun begins,
As cheers erupt between a cloud of breeze.
So join us now, toast to your chill with ease,
For gold is just a dream made of spins,
In fields of green where athletes glide with ease,
As cheers erupt between a cloud of breeze.
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