What are you doin', dear Boston Bruin, as you open your eyes on today?
The sun has now risen, as has the derision, last night's gone but the pain's here to stay.
You sure must be hurtin', almost for certain, as you gingerly pull on your socks,
And start movin' on, your precious dreams sadly gone, plucked up by those circling Hawks.
But it's not just the losin', that's done all the bruisin', much more it's the way it went down.
Mere seconds to go, a big win fo sho, at home with your delirious town.
Don't take to task, young Tuukka Rask, for those goals by Bolland and Bickell.
Don't blame the defense, or lack of offense, twas Karma that soured this pickle.
As spring turns to summer, it's surely a bummer, to end things with oh, so much grief.
You could've fallen in Round 1, for all that you've done, as did the once proud Maple Leaf.
So we're thinking of you, are the proud White and Blue, on this sorrowfully hard morning after.
The shock that you're feeling, leaves all us reeling, but we're hiding our pain behind laughter.
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