When I do heed the mighty cock that crows the time,
And wait for the brave day to sink in Dallas’ night;
When I behold the violet-faced Benn well past prime,
And Otter’s sable curls straightened o'er with fear and shyte;
With DeBoer upon his knees, face barren of joy
Whose Hintz Roope’d for a clean loss in the third,
And Pavelski's happy green now rotted, the stench cloy
Borne by Seguin with the drooping bristly beard,
Then of Jets hidden beauties do I no question make,
That thou Money spent among the wasted Stars must go,
As sweets tips and reads do allow Dallas to eat cake
Stars’ plays die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Helly's wall can make offence
They’ll fail - not to best him when he takes thee hence.