I Write Rhymes
On the Dek
by: Rob Paquin
Fast paced
Using sneaks not skates
Running, Gunning
and Shooting straight
Passes made
The game's being played
Moving, Groving
Ball on the blade
Scoreboard talking
Shots we're blocking
Offense, Defense
Players squawking
Play will flow
Until the whistle's blow
The Zebra's wrong
And we let him know
We call him a clown
Then we gather around
That faceoff dot
Where the ball's thrown down
Stepping in
The draw we win
Shoot back door
The winger tips it in
Hands get raised
The scorer; Praised
The opposition dejected
Their goalie dazed
Time tick tocks
Eyes on the clock
3, 2, 1
And the buzzer goes off
The game now done
We all had fun
But winning is better
And I'm glad we won.
~The Snowdog
by: Rob Paquin
Fast paced
Using sneaks not skates
Running, Gunning
and Shooting straight
Passes made
The game's being played
Moving, Groving
Ball on the blade
Scoreboard talking
Shots we're blocking
Offense, Defense
Players squawking
Play will flow
Until the whistle's blow
The Zebra's wrong
And we let him know
We call him a clown
Then we gather around
That faceoff dot
Where the ball's thrown down
Stepping in
The draw we win
Shoot back door
The winger tips it in
Hands get raised
The scorer; Praised
The opposition dejected
Their goalie dazed
Time tick tocks
Eyes on the clock
3, 2, 1
And the buzzer goes off
The game now done
We all had fun
But winning is better
And I'm glad we won.
~The Snowdog
