There was a boy named Rick
Who took a free kick,
Placed the ball on the ground,
And gave it a flick.

The whistle blew loud,
He stood tall an proud,
He ran up with a grin,
Let the magic begin.

The ball soared through the air,
Past the defenders who stared,
Curved right past the wall,
As the crowd gave it a call.

It hit the back of the net,
A goal that no one would forget,
The goalkeeper could only sigh,
Rick had aimed for the sky.

Fans jumped and cheered,
His name was all day heard,
That boy named Rick,
Had pulled off a trick.