"Draft day is coming
And your heart is racing
Your palms are sweating
Time flashes like lightning
Excited yet fearing
You want to be made king
The wait's goes on and on, excruciating
 
You hope they call your name
Earlier to go to fame
Or later without shame
Only to play the game
You hear it and exclaim
Your joy bursts into flames
And for that no-one can throw blame
 
But who will it be?
Where will you write your destiny
Nobody can foresee
Who'll make you their draftee
A team inland or nearing the sea
The one you loved as a pee-wee
Anything will do really
Playing is what makes you happy
 
To the Armada you may go
All winter in glorious snow
There as a player you will grow
Until you get to the big show
 
The Raptors are another way
A team that you dare not betray
No you couldn't dare run away
'Cause where else would you rather play
 
Maybe you'll become a Falcon
With them you will show your talent
You'll be living from your passion
It's as good as eating bacon
 
How 'bout going to the Raiders
That's a great group of skaters
There you will find such great trainers
They make the best from their players
 
For honor you could be a Knight
Give it your best every night
Always firing up that red light
In Kelowna, history you'll write
 
The Militia in Montreal
Where you could rise far above all
At the top you will stand tall
Where no harm on you can befall
 
Don't forget you might be a Scarecrow
A team where you will shine and glow
Shoot for the stars like an arrow
Awards to you people will throw
 
Then finally in Vancouver
You would become a Whaler
You'll bust your ass to get better
And you'll make it, that's a no-brainer
 
This point here I'm trying to make
Is no matter whose hand you'll shake
Thinking it matter's is a mistake
It's not going to be a piece of cake
The road you take will make you shake
But if you put in what it will take
The hockey world you'll overtake
 
So on the morrow go and enjoy
And when you find to whose employ
You'll be then let out all your joy
Like when you were a little boy
Who opened up his Christmas toy
Happiness nothing can destroy"

-Pierre Laroche-Durocher


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