A cold and chilly Friday
Straight at the stroke of nine
As the vuvuzela got to tune
On a dull and cold June
A cheerful tearful Twenty Ten
The whistle blew at the Cape
Wachira took his last gulp
His date with death was Eleventh
A seal of history, to seal his story
The whistle blew his breath away
A dad to our hearts near
A father to our hearts dear
The angel did not bypass
Rest in eternal peace
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