Those men in clad orange apparel
Every Sunday to play a game
These men aren’t the best
Yet they try despite
Failed efforts and curses
Of Lake Erie
Yet when they win
Blue moon or not
Tears of happiness and laughter
Fill the northeast of Ohio
Except the Steeler fans reign in sorrow
So far and so late
4w's and 9L's
Complain we might
Yet we still cheer every week
Our hearts turn as well as our stomachs
Sit and watch another massacre of these men
These men of fall colors-of the lake
For a surprise may be in store
An unfamiliar win, we all shall adore
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