Allez hop, go to bed

The game was difficult for our young players. The Red Wings played very well, but our players are deserving. You can’t win them all. Our young players will have a big sleep tonight, the Earth can keep turning without them. Meanwhile, the cow that jumps over the moon will make a long leap on the horizon. The holiday season is over. You can’t win them all against an experienced club. The guys are exhausted. The head of the young fox, trimmed with fur, will be set down at the foot of the bed, no one will wear it. The Canadiens play Monday night against the Canucks. Let the giraffes in fur coats float across the sky, the penguins on skates, the rabbits, the little elves of the star fairy. Tired, tired, against a more experienced team. And we, the fans, happy with the genuine efforts of the young ones. Four to zero into an empty net. The brown hen follows her shadow under the moon. A big cat named DeBrincat floats in the sky in the ladle of the constellation of the Big Dipper. Go Habs Go, go do do do do, Go Habs Go. The Knight of the Order of the Golden Fleece puts away his collar of nobility in a drawer, overcome by fatigue, yielding to a well-deserved sleep. Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, round back curled, sweet dreams to our young heroes.