i've never been much of an envious girl
never cried because my hair wont curl
oh i've envied the birds for their ability of flight
but never missed anything that wasnt mine by right
but lately i've become envious a lot
of things i've seen and wished i'd got
i envy italians, in their country so old
for bringing us a man, so fair and bold
i envy the people he touches each day
and the places he's been, where i want to stay
i envy the circuits on which he has bled
i envy the pillows where he lays his head
i envy the leathers he wears on his frame
and even the bike, on which he found his fame
i envy his friends, who know him best
and the rivals he's beaten, who failed the test
but sadly i admit what i envy most
is never being a part of that victory toast!


okay, hit me! sorry excuse for a poem, but there it is