Where did they come from?
London just went and bubbled up with kindness
And suddenly on every corner you could find them;
Gamesmakers, with smiles the width of the Mall
Paid in nothing but uniforms and the promise of memories.
Yet every day they came,
To several sites for several weeks
And in the end we were envious of they
Who gave and gave;
Who endlessly welcomed all
Who never stepped into the stadium, even when glory called;
When each athlete leaped, threw or came round
Their final bends,
They were the cement
In the wall of sound.