T'was the night before deadline, when all through the league,
Not a GM was sleeping, for all want a trade;
The players and picks were all listed with care,
With hopes that the trade fairies would soon be there.
The players all were nestled all snug in their beds,
While hope of stability danced in their heads;
For TSN on their set and fans at their desks.
Had just settled in for the long day ahead.
When out on the phones there arouse such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
To my computer I flew like a flash,
Opened to Twitter and let out a gasp.
Vermette to Chicago, he'll get the last laugh
Sean Bergenheim to the Wild he'll go.
Cody Frason's a Pred, on the right side he'll play,
Tim Gleason's a Cap, on the ice he will lay.
With a wily old host, so quick with his wit,
I knew in a moment, that his work was amiss.
To all the insiders, the trades they came
James Duthie, he called them, he called them by name:
Now Bobby, now Dreger
Now Pierre and Aaron!
On Button, on Mirtle,
On Yost, on Arthur!
To the top of the platform,
To the top of the hour,
Now trade away, now trade away,
NOW TRADE AWAY ALL!!!!