Fergus Mccann - The Bunnet. Poem by THE HOLY POET

He looked like something from the past,
People mocked but he laughed last
From Canada, back home he came
To buy our club and keep the name
The saint who wore the Bunnet, that’s McCann.

He stepped in and saved our souls
Told us of his plans and goals
This modern day Messiah saved
The club we love from football's grave,
The man who wore the cap, Fergus McCann.

He read to them the riot act
As the board and manager were sacked
Then demolished our old Paradise
As we watched on with tearful eyes
But like The Lord, it rose back up again.

Fergus was a home grown fan,
Shrewd, astute, a business man
All five promises were kept
Yet some Celtic fans saw that inept
But he's the reason we still play today.

Don't underestimate his work
This solo worker never shirked
But was his just financial gain?
You decide, you've got a brain!
But what The Bunnet said, The Bunnet did!

He gave sixty thousand fans their seats
The humbled Huns could not compete
Then he saved our club from bankruptcy
And left us with his legacy,
The Paradise that we enjoy today.

He took The SFA to court
And booted Farry out the door
UEFA came next, he won that too
The Huns thought this, some kind of coup
But he done this for The Celtic that he loved.

When he returns to Celtic Park
We show respect to this class act
With all things Celtic, was obsessed
Condemning those who caused distress
A man whose heart still beats in green and white.

I think a statue should be raised
To the man whom Celtic fans should praise
Without him, no team running ‘round,
We wouldn't even have a ground,
We send our deepest thanks, Fergus McCann.

The Holy Poet.