The score stood fourteen to thirteen, with little time to play.
And then when the enemy used the clock to help their game,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few got up to go in deep despair, and the rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought. “If only Brady could but get his hands upon the ball
We’d put up even money now, that the team would stand tall.”
But the Titans had the ball and their coach Mike Vrabel knew the tricks
And all watched in anger as he took penalties letting the clock tick
So upon the stricken multitude grim melancholy set in,
For there seemed but little chance of Brady getting in again.
But New England’s coach Belechick was a master at time-outs,
He’d done it so many times that few had any doubts
He’d manipulate those stoppages in such a clever way
That when he got the ball there’d be plenty of time to play.
Then from sixty-thousand throats and more there rose a lusty cheer,
It rumbled throughout Foxboro, it rattled both far and near;
It pounded the mountains, and recoiled on every hamlet,
For Brady, mighty Brady, was putting on his helmet.
There was ease in Brady’s manner as he trotted on the field
There was a show of confidence that the Titans had to yield.
And when, responding to the cheers, he went about his way
Every fan knew as in the past he would he would have his say.
Thousand of eyes were on him as he walked up to the line.
He acted like he always did, they all knew things were fine.
Showing his composure knowing that the goal was not far away
Less than fifty yards were needed for a field goal to save the day.
Defiance flashed in Brady’s eyes as he moved past the twenty,
A run here and a pass there he knew that would be plenty
He had one crucial player everyone knew that he would call
But to the great shock of thousands, Edelman dropped the ball
From the stands jammed pack with people there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“He dropped the ball! He dropped the ball! He rarely did before”
But Brady was not bothered he knew there was time to score.
And errant pass on third forced New England to kick the ball
The crowd grew very silent, were they witnessing a great fall
Of the team that always won when at home Brady would play?
Yet they remained in their seats determined they would stay.
They believed deep down that Brady would prevail
It seemed in past times like this he never would fail.
Their hopes soared when the Titans punted back
Time was short, but Brady only needed one whack.
There wasn’t that far to go, they only needed three
Brady had done it before throwing a clever Hail Mary.
A catch by Edelman who would quickly step offside.
A field goal kick that through the uprights would glide.
Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the moon is shining bright,
The bands are playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light
And somewhere men are laughing and women friends happily mix
But there is no joy in New England –- mighty Brady threw a pick-six.