Oh father dear Schu,
We love you and pray,
That JPM never passes you,
We’ll die on that day.
Drive fast and swift, less,
Jean Todt should see fit,
To let Rubens win a race,
We don’t want you to quit.
Give thanks for the Ferrari,
Without it you’d be naught,
And also for team orders,
So no battle will be fought.
Don’t forget grandpa FIA,
Who makes sure every race,
Is guaranteed a victory,
So you would not lose face.
As we lay down to sleep,
We hope that our foe,
Never finds their form,
Starting at Monaco.
