Sweet Bones, crunch thy numbers; be it not said
Thy Barron and Perfecto shunted for playing well tight,
Aye the fourth line will brings hell – pucks sent to bed,
Today sharpen'd to even better might:
So to proper second lines, let fly; yo, lets fill
Thine Preds net till Juuse bursts into tears,
And Josi and Gurianov weep again, and aye lets kill
The playful kitten spirit with goals and beers.
Let thine mighty Toffoli flow like a molten maddened sea
Which parts the shore, where Shuffles blasts anew
Come befuddle Forsberg and Fabbro, with greased thick KFC
Helly engage thy glove, stop flown pucks in thy cue;
Call these chaps winners, which being full of care
Makes points gathered welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
Nashville playing good but they like to dance and party too much and will be tired for this one.
