
Across my neighbourhood I scoot
Hat, scarf, mitts, and winter boots
My brother’s skates slung over shoulder
Passed down to me as he’s grown older
My well-used stick and taped up puck
It’s early morn, but out I snuck
I want to get some practice in
Some backward skates, some hops and spins
This early bird will get the worm
Around this rink I’m gonna burn
It’s fun to show each other up
And vie for our own Stanley Cup
It doesn’t matter, win or fail
I mean, it’s only upturned pail
In distance I can hear the sound
Of people skating round and round
The cracking ice from last night’s flood
That thwack of puck the wooden thud
This sport has always sung to me
You need to have some artistry
To handle speed, the puck, the stick
Your brain and limbs, they must be quick
I’m not sure I could ever dream
Of playing on my favourite team
But nothing else can make me feel
Like flying, than these blades of steel…
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