Weary with the third round playoff’s toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for mine eyes with Jets-watching tired;
But then I dream upon this year’s Cup run in my head,
Two series wins, Wild and Preds; Yet I preach to the choir.
And then my thoughts range to some forwards on the schneid;
And reflect on the youngsters’ pilgrimage from pedestrian to stellar,
Brilliant speedy plays by Farmleague keep my eyelids open wide,
I call on you Depth! Frenchy, Lousy and some other feller.
Engage hard on the puck, and let’s go 2 and 2 in my imaginary sight
Thoughts of a 60 minute effort cast shadows from my sightless view,
And two double - stunned knights shackl’d by Buff, and in fright,
Fills my soul with light beauteous and charges up courage anew.
Aye, Jets: skate like the wind, sally forth: blow my mind,
For yourselves, for Mo, and for your fans be thus kind!