About the Green Bay Packers.
When sunday comes this time of year,
i grab the remote and a beer.
it’s almost time for the big game,
at lambeau field thats the domain,
of the green bay packers, that’s my team,
with the “g” on the helmet all dressed in green.
it’s the holiday season and it’s cold outside,
so the packer fans are glowing with pride;
we’ll be rooting for our favorite son,
#4 brett favre, he is the one.
the best in the land or so they say,
he will be in hall of fame some day.
but for now a victory is all i ask,
with a big fat stogie is how i’ll bask.
then it’s the playoff’s our next stop,
if the defense can continue to pop.
is the super bowl to much to ask?
will i be able to continue to bask?
we’ll know more
when sunday comes.
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