The ECB released a poem with bold lyrics for the Ashes. It could be their form of psychological warfare..or maybe not. It went something like this :

History will soon be made,
Upon the board,
Their honours engraved.
Nerves on edge, muscles tighten.
Jaws are set, knuckles whiten.
A dot ball passes, atmosphere heightens.
Those left standing: gods among titans.
They'll deliver the fight, session by session.
The nation's pride their only obsession
For one. For all.
The bat.
The ball.
Old scores. New clashes.
Together we'll Rise
For The Urn.
The Ashes.
#RISE 

We feel Australia should have one too, which reads something like this :

Warner should soon get laid
The Australian hoard,
With Arthur dismayed,
Lehman on edge, Clarke exhausted,
Borders crossed, Fawad adopted,
The bat it passes, Hughes flabbergasted,
Few who stand, victory have tasted,
Haddin has experience, is what they say,
But it seems his time, to call it a day
For now. For ever.
The rotation.
The selection.
Tough contests. Beer bashes.
Together they rise
For the Urn
The Ashes
#ARISE