Here's one for a sport that's been neglected in song:

Two thousand and ten was the date of the year,
And the people had gathered from far and from near,
How they stood there and cheered on that bright afternoon
For to watch that great race with the egg and the spoon.

Young Charlie stood ready his spoon in his hand,
With a smile so secure like some king of the land
But Molly stepped forward, and stood on his right,
"With me egg and a spoon, sure I'll give you a fright".

Now they counted to three, and the race was begun,
With their eggs nicely balanced how these champions did run
Says Charlie "You're only a girl, little Moll
You'd much better be skipping or playing with a doll."

But says Molly to Charlie, "It's true I can dance,
But I'm faster than you and you haven't a chance.
I can hop, I can run, I can stand on one leg,
And while I do that, I can balance my egg."

When Charlie heard that then he saw a red mist,
And he stamped on the floor with his hand in a fist,
And the egg he was holding flew into the air,
But he stretched out his spoon and he caught it right there.

Oh the race it went on, and the people they roar,
When they came to the finish, they called it a draw.
But there'll be a rematch when they fix on a day -
When young Charlie has done learning dancing, they say.