John Brodeur, a man with a dream, Tried out for the Canadiens, it seemed, A shot at the NHL, a chance so rare, He worked hard every day, without a care.
With his talent and skill, he made the cut, Earning a spot on the Canadiens’ roster, a big plus. He trained hard, and played with all his might, Determined to show he was worth the fight.
And then came the day of the big game, The Canadiens against their greatest rival, the flame. With seconds left, the score tied, oh so tight, John stepped up, and took his shot with might.
The crowd held its breath, as the puck took flight, Soaring through the air with all its might, It found its way, past the goalie’s glove, Into the net, scoring the winning goal, so very smooth.
The arena erupted, with cheers so loud, John Brodeur, the hero, had made the crowd proud. He lifted the Cup, with tears in his eyes, His dream had come true, under the bright skies.
So remember the name, John Brodeur so bold, A man who dared to chase his dreams, so bold, And when you see that winning goal, scored with such might, Think of the man, who made it happen, on that special night.
