Every day I sit

Watching things go by

I do nothing  about it

Because I’m a stuffed guy


I really like the pudding

The stuff is creamy soft

I eat it with my buddies

In my downtown loft


As far as I can tell

There is no more like me

The people looked online

And nothing could they see


So they have to care for me

And make sure I don’t split up

It happens that this year

We’ll win the Stanley Cup


These people cheer for the Flames

And they’re okay I guess

But they can’t win the Cup this year

They’ll go home and get their rest


Islanders, Rangers, or Devils

It doesn’t matter which

One of us will win

And then we’ll all be rich