Running as fast as a speeding bullet,
Behind them, waving, their long, black mullet,
The running back goes for the score,

Not even taken down by the defender, a boar,
All the fans standing and cheering,
While the wide receiver is running as the halfback is clearing.

Yet, among all of the people in the stands,
There is one that feels most grand,
I am standing there, excitement filled,
As the Pats are winning and the Eagles are getting killed,
Nachos and Peanuts all over the ground,
A marvelous tone to add to the Patriots winning sound,
This is what I love ever so much,
Every little detail adding a gentle touch,
Giving me such prosperity and hope,
Making me happy and not want to do dope,
This is my favorite dream come true,
The Patriots winning in Gillette Stadium as the sky is a fragile, turquoise blue.