by @offgridlife on OGMedia
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Another beautiful day out on the ice.
The Beavers play the bears in the Championship Game.
Down by the pond where the ice meets the moon,
The chill in the air hums a lonesome tune,
The Beavers and Bears lace their skates real tight,
Oh, they're ready to battle ‘neath the soft starlight.
[Verse 2]
Black Creek Beavers, steady and strong,
Gold Mine Bears with a power play song,
They circle the puck, their eyes locked in,
Oh, the Spamly Cup's where glory begins.
[Chorus]
Drop the puck, oh, let it glide,
On frozen dreams where hopes collide.
Through the cold, the cheers will rise,
For the Spamly Cup beneath the skies.
[Bridge]
The Beavers drift wide, but their passes are mean,
While the Bears' defense is slick and lean.
Shots on goal keep the crowd ablaze,
Under frozen stars in the icy haze.
[Verse 3]
End to end, the players dart,
With every slapshot, they pour their heart.
Stick and skate in rhythmic sound,
The spirit of the game’s where love is found.
[Chorus]
Drop the puck, oh, let it glide,
On frozen dreams where hopes collide.
Through the cold, the cheers will rise,
For the Spamly Cup beneath the skies.
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