Prince George awoke with royal delight,
“The Lionesses play their final tonight!”
With England’s flag and a cheeky grin,
He set off to cheer his team to win.
He zoomed through clouds in a speedy jet,
(“Dad said I could, it’s fine, no sweat!”)
Landing in Basel with snacks in tow,
He wore his kit from head to toe.
He waved to fans and shook some hands,
Made friends with goats and marching bands.
He danced with joy in the cobbled square,
And tried Swiss cheese with royal flair.
The stadium roared, the match was tight,
But England sparkled under moonlight.
When the final goal lit up the skies,
George jumped so high, he kissed the pies!
With medals gleaming and spirits high,
He hugged the team with a happy sigh.
“Bravo Lionesses, you’re brave and bold—
You’ve won the cup and the nation’s gold!”
Then off he rode through mountain mist,
With dreams of goals and victory kissed.
For Prince George, the youngest fan of might,
Had cheered them home with all his might.
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