To the tune of Good King Wenceslas.
This one comes with a picture, too.
Secret Weapon Wallin-dude looked out
On the Tank of San Jose
Where the ice was freshly brushed
Cool and crisp and even
Brightly shone the Tank that night
Though the frost was cruel
When poor Brodie came in sight
Gath'ring winter news
"Hither, Rook', and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder journ'list, who is he?
Where and what his show time?"
"Sire, he hosts a show
During each and every Sharks game
Getting fans in the know
With a guy named Hedican."
"Bring me burgers, bring me wine
Bring our teammates hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Rook and Wallin-dude forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the Red Wing's wild lament
And the bitter Avs fans
"Wally, the night is darker now
And the Ducks grow nearer
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my mighty strides, my good Rook
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the Duckling's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In Wallin-dude's strides he skated
Where the ice was dinted
Chill was in the very ice
Which Wallin had printed
Therefore, dear Sharks fan, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Who root for teams less thrilling