Found this one on Cam’s track list:
Oh, with Grammer in net it’s frightful,
But with Clump, we’re suicidal,
And whichever rink we’ve been,
Let It In! Let It In! Let It In!
Oh, we don’t show signs of stopping
Any shots, (or Ian’s larping),
For Curt backchecking’s a sin,
Let It In! Let It In! Let It In!
Noran kisses Queenie goodnight,
Now his shorts are lying on the floor.
But it’s Jansky who holds him tight,
Noran likes Jansky’s cage so much more!
Oh, Ro’s started pter-o-dactyl-ing,
And Jarab’s sticks are due for smashing,
Cam’s filled all the bottles with gin,
Please call Wynn! Please call Wynn! Please call Wynn!