Ah, never a mother's love they'll rob, By working a slinter — s'elp me Bob!

Even the defencemen, most of whom are smart, mobile puckhandlers, pinch in more often.

Beshield thee with thy troops; find out at will Fresh instruments of war, and unknown gear; For thou shalt not scape death from this my hand, O slayer of the dames, so brave and grand.

I took a quick look at Duce. Well homes, smell you later. We got a party on the cheese wagon!