Peyton at the Bowl

The Outlook wasn't brilliant for the Bronco men that day:
The score stood forty three to eight, with one more down to play.
So did that stricken multitude in melancholy howl,
For there seemed but little chance of Peyton's winning Super Bowl.

There was ease in Peyton's manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Peyton's bearing and a smile on Peyton's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, the blitz began to hit,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Peyton's final bit.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
There's no joy in Mile High Mudville - mighty Peyton has struck out.