You could hear my screams, in reams,

Echoing in streams with eyes that gleamed,

As it seems my team that dreams,

Are successful in their schemes.

Fitz is splitting seams,

And Freddy’s lookin’ mean,

And the scene is teeming,

With fans that are beaming,

Playoff odds now are leaning,

With the loyal still dreaming.

Still too early to deem,

the outcome it seems,

as we inject atropine,

as this nerve agent streams.

But let’s gather some steam,

Shout, scream and beam

Keeping it clean,

Claiming our lien,

Of this special year’s team.

The future unseen,

may show victory queens,

But if our reflections turn green,

In the mirror’s glossy sheen,

Take pride in this team…

And remember this day,

In your homes far away,

When we beat this“Dream Team”,

With a team that still dreams.