Twas the night before draft day and all through the state,
not a deal was in motion to seal Jaire fate.
The mock drafts concluded with assumptions galore
that they could predict this draft better than before.
The prospects were all snuggled all warm in their beds
with the hope that their RAS score will move them ahead.
LaFleur in his hoodie and Gute in his suit,
Had finished their draft board; preparing to loot
When out on the field there arose such a roar,
It struck them like thunder, louder than lore.
Away to the sidelines they ran in a flash,
Out through the tunnel, they arrived on the grass.
The moon shone brightly on a fresh April snow
and cast a cool light on the field called Lambeau.
When what to their weary eyes did they see?
but a team on the goal line ‘bout to score a TD.
The faithful QB that they beheld from afar
could only have been the fabled Bart Starr.
The captain called out, his cadence so deft
“Try to stop if you can - Packer sweep left. “
“Now Bob, and Fuzzy, and Curry once more
on Kramer, and Gregg, while Taylor will score”
The jolly old legend cheered with great pride
the victory assured and the bears pushed aside.
Now Coach Lombardi spoke up to give his advice
“The players are key, but only a team will suffice.”
And called out as the legends faded into the night,
“Merry Draft Day to all and to all a good night.”
- Barry Wester