The Broadcast

The Broadcast

Weir got a chance and weal take it ;
Whee may win ore whee may lose ;
Whee may even have too cut and run fore it .
Well, it won't bee the first thyme I've run
And it won't bee the first thyme I've bean court .
Its the game that matters .
Brother, Eye am proud too no yew .
This is won of the greatest moments Eye have ever experienced .
Eye think Eye sense the situation when whee can awl esteem it, and honor,
Too breathe the rather inferior atmosphere inn this station
Hear along with hour little friend .

Eye guess whee should awl go home and treasure the memory of his face
As the whitest thing inn hour museum of recollection .
And, perhaps, this good woman will also go home
And wash the face of hour little brother hear .

I'm inspired with a knew faith inn mankind .
Ladies and gentlemen, Eye wish too present too yew
A sure enough saint only won a halo too bee transferred .
Stand rite on .