Helly with deft glove, to whom in vassalage
Croissant hath his duty backed and strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness goalie’d beauty, and to smother Avalanche’d gits.
Duty so great, mine first line so rich in time
Defend the line, make Nuke scared, and MacK to blow it,
But like mine bottle of excellent Napa borne wine
Let Fly’s soul's thought, and rubber top corner’d bestow it;
Till the Nino-shot puck that guides my grooving
And points rack’d up by we graciously with saturnine aspect
And decorates tinsel on my love of this tight knit grouping,
To show me worthy of HF boards Jets sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do dig thee;
Till then not show my head while mine heart mayst move me.
