T'was the week before training camp and all through Hockeytown.....
the Wing Nuts are restless for the puck to drop down.

The jockstraps were hung from the score board with care,
the sound of skates sharpening was heard everywhere.

The zamboni's final tune up is well underway,
the dust on the lockers are being wiped astray.

Red pairs of gloves being lined up in a row,
the shiny Wing helmets are polished and glow.

Meanwhile in Denver.....

The AveNOTS still don't comprehend their loss of Lord Stanley,
it's their hockey ignorance they can't even see.

Roy bids his summer bar stool a fond farewell,
while Forseberg shops for a helmet that fits his big head well.

The Ave's locker room still filled with that horrid smell,
of the stench of Adam's Foote and the gas of Stephane Yelle.

The Pepsi Center slaves keep watering down the Beer containers,
will get those Wing fans for those plane towing banners!

The Ave's pucks being packed in the freezer with care,
Who left some Octo-pi in here?