“There they are,” said the dad, “here they come onto the ice,”
And the little kid looked and he found Carey Price.
He saw him skate to his net and work to get ready,
Dad said to his kid, “He looks mighty steady.”
The kid loved his goalie, his idol Carey Price,
But some booed and he asked, “Dad, why aren’t they nice?”
“They’re bad,” said the dad, as his boy started to cry,
“You won’t be like them when you’re a big guy.”
“Maybe he’ll want to get away from all this,
Be somewhere else, Montreal he won’t miss.”
“Carey Price is my hero,” said the boy through his tears,
“And I want him around for a whole bunch of years.”
“Me too,” said the dad, as Price stops pucks as he sprawls.
“What these people need is a swift kick to the balls.”