In Silicon Valley, where the waters are deep,
The Sharks await destiny, in dreams they keep.
Adorned in teal, with eyes on the prize,
They yearn for the moment their fortunes will rise.
In the draft’s grand lottery, a wish takes flight,
For the number two pick to shine so bright.
To claim Porter Mortone, swift on the wing,
To skate beside Celebrini, where victories sing.
Together they’ll charge, a formidable pair,
With skill and passion, beyond compare.
In the Tank's embrace, the crowd will cheer,
As their partnership grows, year by year.
Through seasons of challenge, they’ll fiercely strive,
With eyes on the Cup, their spirits alive.
By 2035, may their journey be complete,
With banners of triumph, their legacy sweet.
So here’s to the Sharks, with hopeful hearts,
To fate and fortune, and glorious starts.
May the draft bring the player they desire,
To fuel their quest and light the fire.
