THE GOALIE
You’re the first one on,
And the last one off…
Your identity is unknown from the equipment you don,
And you are the last one to ever scoff…
Whether you’re cleaning the crease,
Or defending the twine,
You could be flirting with Denise,
Or riding the pine…
The reflexes of a cat,
The eyes of a hawk,
The ears of a bat,
My list doesn’t stop…
You look so cute out there,
Like a big teddy bear,
Deflecting shots without a care,
I wonder where you would go if you could go anywhere…
The final horn goes,
You line up to shake hands,
The opposition congratulates you,
You congratulate them…
You’re happy to play again and again.
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