Kiprusoff is my goalie, I shall not lose.
He sends opposing snipers off to greener pastures,
he leads me to the stanley cup finals,
he restores teammates souls.
He guides them down the path of the shutout
for his team's sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of Rexall,
I will fear no evil,
for Kipper is with me;
his glove and his stick,
they comfort me.
You prepare the crease before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oiler blood;
my stanley cup overflows. Surely shutouts and wins will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Kipper
forever.
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