Dear Coach’s Corner

[Verse 1]
Dear Ron MacLean
Dear Coach's Corner
I'm writing in order
For someone to explain
To my niece the distinction
Between these mandatory pregame group rites of submission
And the rallies at Nuremberg
Specifically the function
The ritual serves in conjunction
With what everybody knows
Is in the end a kid's game
I'm just appealing to your sense of fair play

[Chorus]
When I say
She's puzzled by
The incessant pressure for her to not dеfy
Collective will
Yellow-ribbonеd lapels
As the soldiers inexplicably repel
Down from the arena rafters
If not so insane
We'll be grounds for screaming laughter

[Verse 2]
Dear Ron MacLean
I wouldn't bother with these questions
If I didn't sense some spiritual connection
We may not be the same
But it's not like we're from different planets
We both love this game so much we can hardly fucking stand it

[Chorus]
Alberta-born
And prairie-raised
Ain't a sheet of ice north of Fargo I ain't played
From Penhold to
To the Gatineau
Every fond memory of childhood that I know
Somehow connected
To the culture of
This game, I just can't let it, let it go

[Bridge]
I guess it comes down to
What kind of world you want
And if diversity
And disagreement is treason
Don't be surprised if we find ourselves reaping

[Outro]
A strange and bitter fruit
The sad old man beside you
Keeps feeding to young minds his virtue