In Ottawa, where the Rideau flows,The Senators donned their battle clothes.With sticks and skates and hearts of fire,They faced the Lightning's fierce desire.
The Bolts from Tampa, swift and bright,Brought their thunder, their electric might.But on this night, beneath the sky,The Senators were set to fly.
The puck was dropped, the game began,A dance of skill, a warrior's plan.The Senators, with grit and grace,Found their rhythm, found their place.
Brady Tkachuk, with strength and speed,Charged the net with lightning heed.A shot, a goal, the crowd's elation,A sign of Ottawa's determination.
The Lightning fought, with Vasilevskiy's save,But Ottawa's resolve, they could not stave.In overtime, with tension high,Tim Stützle's shot soared through the sky.
The horn did sound, the crowd did cheer,For Ottawa, the victory clear.In Tampa's den, the Senators stood,A testament to their brotherhood.
So here's to Ottawa, brave and bright,Who conquered Tampa in the night.A game to remember, a tale to tell,Of how the Senators rang the victory bell.