We come to November,
we come to the cold.
And still we remember,
predictions too bold.
We all put our trust
in a fella called Mitch
But the QB’s a bust,
And the O’s in a ditch.
Yet Sunday proposes
a chance to get square.
Where Heston played Moses,
And Caan played a Bear.
December’s before us
With games left to play
The league won’t ignore us
if we win in L.