With Peyton's face absent from the light,
I thought for points I would starve.
Until the dawn before the night,
Brought me the mighty Brett Favre.
With an arm so mighty did he throw
The spiral as from yon gun.
And when I dared to look below
I saw the total of 41.
And how my boys did play their own game!
James, Stewart, Owens and Gates!
Without thought for paltry fame
Victory became their fair fates.
The Titans, they roared with potent rage
Against the Vikings at home.
Those angry Greeks rose upon the stage
In a battle 'neath the dome.
The lioness roared her queenly cry
As the moon lit the fields of games done.
Victory from her grasp he could not pry
For Mandy the Lion has won.
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