A Call to the Phoenix...

The Villa's lion, that once stood for pride,
has no more ambition: it has died.
Our lion skulks, waiting for a scrap,
at the basement door, where springs a trap.

Ignominy looks set for Villa,
steered by he at the tiller.
How far down can our favourites drop,
before we hear a mighty plop?

We have slipped before, memory vivid,
but never quite like this, so timid.
Oh, some ancient Villan to restore
the lion's scent for winning, once more.
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