Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the boards
Not a creature was happy
That last night we were gored.
What happened to Eli, and Ahmad, and Nicks
We couldn't make plays
That would move those darn sticks.
The season has ended
No playoffs for us
It's back to the draft
And free agency's fuss.
On Eli, On Victor, On Nicks, and Hynoski
Out Tuck, Out Webster, Out Beckum, and Osi
We needed to play as though it had mattered
But in the end we were beaten, disheartened, and tattered
Next season awaits
There's no time to dally
What we had hoped for
Was a last minute rally
We have younger players
Who need to step up
To brings us all back
To the top of the pack.
Now dash away, dash away, dash away fans
Enjoy your families, some egg nog, and yams
Think not of what's happened to make us all sad
But think of next season for which we'll be glad