IIHF European Cup 1967

Ice hockey teams, a noble plan. On November seventeen, they took the ice, With sticks in hand, they played so nice. They skated fast, they skated long. With skill and grace, they scored their goals, And won the Cup, with heart and souls. But ZKL Brno, they stood on guard. With every shot, they blocked with might, And claimed the victory, shining bright. The final match, a grand display. ZKL Brno, they raised the Cup, Their triumph, a moment to look up. For teams that skate, with skill and pace. The Ice Hockey Cup, a tale to tell, Of champions bold, who played so well. Random page: Of Nightingales That Weep