The autumn is a gloomy time,
The leaves fall from the trees.
Hard rains pour down, wild west winds blow,
And other things like these.
But we’re not feeling sad just now,
Our mood is quite upbeat,
Because we’re winning all our games,
Which means we’re still unbeat.
And what to say ’bout DCL?
He scores in every outing!
His critics are an extinct breed,
Nobody now is doubting.
No doom or gloom for us today,
We’re soaring, flying high,
We’re looking down on all the rest,
Above us only sky.
For some October may be bleak,
But not for us Bluenoses,
We would not call these dismal times,
They’re days of wine and roses!
We’re feeling rather chipper now,
Indeed, could not be merrier,
Because so pretty we do sit
Alone, atop the Premier.
Denys E. W. Jones