O wondrous cloth, bedecked in threads so bold, For but a pittance, thou wert bought; not sold! Thy price more fit for jerseys plain and bare, Yet thou dost boast of craftsmanship most rare. Thy stitching, straight and tight, in gallant form, Would suit both cheering throngs and battle;s storm. No thread astray, no hem in disarray, A garb for puck and fan alike, I say. Fair Outerstuff! Thy name shall grace my tongue, For in this jersey, songs of praise be sung. Thou weav'st with care a tapestry of might, Fit for the ice beneath arena light. So hear me now, ye lovers of the game, This jersey shall thy loyalty proclaim. To Outerstuff, my lauds I gladly send A noble make, on which all hearts depend.
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