Andy conquers the Queen

Andy, last night’s stage was the best

Your competitors and critics did it test

Phil Liggett must eat his words

As must the rest of the anti-Schleck herd (http://tourdefrance2011.blogspot.com/)

Sammy Sanchez died

And Voeckler is almost fried

You extended Contador’s loss

And showed Cadel who’s boss.

You conquered those hills

With much more than strong will

Your strength could not be outdone

Your skill glaring like the sun

Tonight’s mountain is also big

But we know you will continue to dig

So, Andy, stay mellow

Sunday is screaming yellow

Andy will triumph

Andy, the Falcon thinks that you're a pest
But we know that you are the best
We know that you will win
Anything else would be a sin


We question Cuddles' mental health
And Contador's drugless riding stealth
Yet never does our faith in you wane
Even when we can see your pain 


We know yesterday's downhills were rough 
But be strong, be tough

We know that you will thrive

We see you have the drive

Come Sunday in Paris, my fellow

We have no doubt you will be in yellow