We met at the home in December
To make up that team that would win,
They talked and gabbed for two hours
And decided on "B" to begin.We practiced and preached for hours
On plays that would win the game
And Pierce said if we win the Island,
I know I will never be the same.
Well now we can't forget the committee,
Joseph, Martin and John,
And John D's marvelous management,
Said boys we'll never go wrong.
So we started the round robin series
Montague was just like fun,
Jimmy Ike got five for the PeeWees
And Basil said that was well done.
You talk about the Georgetown Eagles,
Rough and tumble they claim,
We took them in two even series,
And Murray Harbour it was the same.
We met Prince of Wales in the finals,
And beat them in their home town,
So when they came back up to Souris,
We sent them back home with a frown.
You mentioned your better defensemen,
Why Snookies the best and bar none,
Reggie is just like greased lightning,
And Jim Lockie's fast as a gun.
Then up on the line we will venture,
The forwards I'll give you by name,
Fidel, Whitty and Buddy,
Their power is always the same.
While out on the ice come the workers
Bert, Arthur and Fan
When Art makes that rush for the corner,
You can figure theirs is one in the can.
If you're looking for speed and commotion,
Jimmy Ike and Bobby's your bet
And if they are not watching MacLaren,
He's bound to have one in the net.
Now when the natives get restless
There's always two more in demand,
Cox and Jennings will get them
And flatten them right where they stand.
There's goalies all over this Island
Goal judges also they claim
But when Bubby and Steve get together,
The Legion comes through with the game.
You talk about synthetic rubber
Well Bobby can stop with the rest,
And when he's out there between the pipes,
He is always doing his best.
You heard of our little short doorman
Freddy they call him by name,
When he starts clearing out the dressing room
He's a hard little joker to take.
With his syrup, oranges and lemons,
Cigarettes, black tape and gum
No matter how hard he works for the boys,
There's always one on the bum.
So now our story is ending
Number three branch was right on the ball
I hope when we're ready next season
They'll answer our becoming call.
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