Josh Reynolds ain't a thug, he's just a grub

Travis Waddell stripping off the scrubs,

Doctor like precision from Gidley, he swiftly got swamped now his back's a bit iffy

He might need a rub

A rub a dub dub, get Mick Potter, Robbie Farah and Grant Mayer in a hot tub

Get over the awkwardness, like grown men, handle their business

Mathew Wright and Sisa Waqa thought it was Christmas

The Hayne Plane's flying the Eels in to bliss

As Neil Henry takes a turn to lead the Titans out of the abyss

Ngani Laumape does it all but blow a kiss

As the Sharkies were left thinking 'what kinda luck is this?'

The Dogs kept sliding, while the Bunnies went up the guts

The Broncos keep riding, while Sowie ran amuck

Let's just hope that in the clutch, the Panthers' rifle doesn't get stuck