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