Across the ice the black puck flies
It bobbles and it rolls
As teams contest in frantic chase
To win the greater goals
A fight breaks out and then dies down
The people cheer and shout
They want the peace to disappear
Replaced with renewed bout
The battle rages on for hours
As skates will carve and slice
Zambonis come to smooth the field
And polish up the ice
The goalies block all that they can
But scores go on the board
And when the final score came up
The Liberty crowd roared
The home team in their starting game
Deserves the victory
If only ‘cause that’s how it works
In every great story