Cocooned, To Be Swirled

There you hit a sixer,

And it was a thriller.

Yes, we saw the ball flying,

Like a rocket, in the sky.

That sky, which retained it's blue,

For the team to be in a glue.

Was the stadium overcrowded,

Well, that's an understatement.

We had the entire world,

Cocooned, to be swirled,

Only to raise our flag,

To celebrate our victory.