Born for the game of kicks and goal
Jumping and bumping is my role
Green lush ground is my work place
Where nations compete to win the race
They hit me hard to kiss the net
As emotions are held to win the bet
I move from one to another in turn
I make them chase, I make them run
What an attention, which no one can ignore
And celebrations begin everytime I score
Thousands of eyes , cheering for names
Waving their hands, watching these games
As winning moments gather hugs, smiles and tears
And losing times share agony, shocks and fears
While I live among this game of glory
I see my short life as a beautiful story
Soon I will end to make the pages of fame
Proud to be a soccer ball, Jabulani is my name
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