In honour of Halloween, courtesy of Graydon Miles ( With thanks and apologies to Edgar Allan Poe )
Once upon a morning dreary, we all skated, weak and weary,
Running many a drill through blankets of fog and mist and more
While they nodded, nearly napping, suddenly our sticks were tapping.
All the parents started waking, waking from their bleacher snore–
We were done and needed rest, so from the bench a muffled roar.
“Find the key to the change room door!”
Then me thought we players suffer, but dryland training makes us tougher,
And in games, you’ll see the skaters, see us pass and stab and score.
“Goal,” I cried, “that shot was magic, though their goalie thought it tragic.”
Check their sticks and steal the ring until our skill they can’t ignore.
We will tame the Wild and CORA, crush the teams that we abhor
They can skate, but Ravens soar.
And the Ravens, never crying, still are trying, still are trying
On the frozen ice of Sportsplex trying harder than before
In our eyes you’ll see the dreaming, beat the Devils ‘til they’re screaming
‘Til their coach gets really steaming, throws his clipboard on the floor.
We will skate and prep for tourneys, we will train until we’re sore
Beat the Ravens? Nevermore!
Every day my game gets better; proud to wear my hooded sweater
And the jersey with the logo of the team that we play for
It’s the blue, the white, the raven, from Nepean and Barrhaven
Still our fans are up there wavin’ to the players they adore.
Ringette’s the sport that we all love; it’s in our bones, right to the core
Proudly Raven, evermore!