The Zamboni is finishing on the ice,
All the fans will hopefully be nice.
No penalties we strive,
Let us go and live our lives.
Our coach is great,
My teammates are awesome.
We all are pumped,
Of snow we make a clump.
The referee drops the puck,
We’re going to need lots of luck.
We score the first goal,
The fans go crazy.
We get another score,
The other team wants war.
Five seconds left,
We practically won.
The buzzer sounds,
The fans cheer like clowns.
We enter the locker room,
Just now the only difference is we are Champions.
We all are excited and proud of ourselves,
Also we are more exhausted than anything else.
We are Champions,
Raise the winners.