Yo - shall we fillet your codfish or hake,
May our PK survive when thy PP am rotten;
From Nelson a goal? Helly cannot partake,
Horvat’s game parts will be forgotten.
Isles name? From hence immortal salt shall flow,
Through Jets’ second line all the goals must fly:
Aye, the ice can provide us but a common goal,
But fishsticks entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Romanov’s creaking joints shall be my gentle verse,
Pageau’s game a-cheat and o'er-read,
Anders Lee will wipe out as if rehearsed
And Sorokin mouth-breathes sad words in his head;
The renew’d Jets still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
When JoMo plays defence, fly agape the mouths of men.