As the season nears its end, the spotlight fades away.
As Dallas is laughing, Philly fans are dismayed.
With nothing to root for, we look to the past.
At Super Bowl highlights. At Trey Burton’s pass.
Our luck has run out, just as we feared.
Bad calls and bad bounces, they’ve ruined our year.
When needed the most, the injured kept ailing.
With games on the line, the coaches keep failing.
As Christmas approaches, the future is bleak.
With Golden Tate rostered, Mike Groh has been weak.
With players to sign, and many to pick,
Come 2019, we need Howie magic.
So who can we blame for this terrible year?
The players? The coaches? The Dilly-Dilly Beer?
The officials? Bad Drafting? The injury bug?
One thing is for certain, Philly needs your love.
With three games remaining, let’s give them our best.
Our boos, our fingers, and all of the rest.
It’s times like this that set us apart,
When our Birds are losing, we still show our heart.
Don't do it for me, don't do it for you,
Do it for the champs of SB 52.
Bleeding Green Nation, here comes your test.
"Fly Eagles Fly", you know the rest.