There's a young hockey player whose mask is all holey
When the puck slaps at his face he's glad he's the goalie
But he ducks and he weaves
And he falls to his knees
The young player then yells, "I've got it - holy moley!"
© ELR 2013
Copyright © Miss Wattle | Year Posted 2013
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