Two behemoths on cold ice they did meet
Blades of sharp steel gleamed like silvery feet
Sticks with small curves they were wielded like swords
A chance for the cup would be their just reward
They gnashed and they clashed and they fought like the gods
Two underdogs that have defied all the odds
But one reigned supreme as the icy fog lifted
One team stood triumphant, was clearly more gifted
The colours they wore were dark night and orange sun
High raised their hands when they knew they had won
Crowds were ecstatic and danced in the streets
Their goal of advancing was finally complete
The Flames were extinguished a burnt-out cold ember
But I guarantee these will be games we remember
For nothing is better than battling your own
Rivalries eternal and burnished in stone
Even as victors we shake out-stretched hands
Rejoice as a province, across fertile lands
Though only one’s left that can answer the call
It’s still scrappy Alberta that we hope takes it all!