
There's a sea of Red.
If you look out over it you will see people who have at least one thing in common.
Love.
For breakaway goals and diving saves.
For the Mule and the Wizard of Oz.
For the Octupus, with eight legs.
For Datsyukian Deaks and Hockeytown.
And when, after feeling a sense of awe at the mass of the Red,
you will know,
that whether you're for the Pens,
or Chicago
Anaheim, or Columbus,
You'll never be at home at Good 'ol Joe Louis.
Because in the nearness of The End,
you will probably hear,
a little song,that will sound familiar to ear,
and after you've heard,
about the city boy,
and you might know the words,
about being Born and Raised in South Detroit.
When the crowd joins along,
you might be overwhelmed,
but don't join in song,
'cause soon we'll be scoring,
after going top shelf.
And I may not be as skilled,
With the rhymes, as Dyl might,
But Pittsburgh will get killed,
In Detroit this Friday night.
Go Red Wings!!!!!
I wrote this poem when we were playing against Chicago, and I changed the ending to go for Pittsburgh.
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