Jabulani..

I fly high or skid the ground,
I am kicked hard or passed around,
Shooting me trying to get me to my love,
Or may be by getting me to curve,
I completely follow the orders of the boot,
Trying to be won by each and every foot,
I am gold for players and I love being me,
I represent celebration, I am Jabulani.

I tried to be the very best,
The perfect round and lightest,
Rigorous tests I have survived,
And then, finally! I have arrived,
Even still I am dreaded by most,
Is my sacrifice worth the cost?
I have been booed along by many,
I am the colourful ball, the Jabulani.

I may be hard for players to keep,
But I will not sit aside and weep,
Let the whistle sound and start the game,
I want to regain my lost fame,
With me kissing my love, the nets,
And giving keepers early threats.
I will go on till the last ounce of air in me,
I will get the world singing again, I am Jabulani.