Do I feel another Spurs poem coming on?  Why yes, I do!

Emmanuel

Oh Adebayor, are you coming
To grace the pitch north of the Thames?
Your presence would be vindication
Of a summer that's mostly been lame.

We're willing to overlook City,
Your lack of decorum and grace,
If you can put balls in the netting --
Just please don't kick Bale in the face.

We Spurs are magnanimous people
If you can score goals off your bum.
In fact if you lead us to glory,
We might overlook that you're Scum!

Ade, are you used to this welcome
From fans you're accustomed to hate?
We certainly don't need perfection, 
But Champions League would be great!

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O Come, O Come Emmanuel
So ransom'd Robbie Keane will sell
We mourn in London exile here
Until a damn striker appears!

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel will come to us
O Lilywhites!