Sweet Bones, fluff thine mighty ‘doo; and let it be said
That Helly be saluted for playing well tight,
And our fourth line unleashing hell with pucks to bed,
Lousy’s Captaincy sharpen'd to even better might:
So too proper second lines, let fly, Fly; yo, lets fill
Thine Preds net till Perfecto bursts with fullness,
And Josi and Ro’R weep again, and aye lets kill
The playful kitten spirit with a sea of goals endless.
Let thine mighty KFC flow like a greasy proteinaceous sea
Which parts the shore, where Schuffles blasts anew
Come befuddle Saros and Barrie, with el Nino and Iafrate
Dilly engage thine deathly dance, let thine fists chop and hew;
As these Jets are winners, and our love for thee not rare
Makes kittens pummeled welcome and a massive win to share.