He possesses the heart of a lion
Save after timely save
He places his team in a state of Zion

So often does he flashes the leather
Opposing shooters are left so despondent
They find themselves under the weather

He slides across the crease to stack the pads
Hungry fans all stand to witness
As he racks up the clutch moments in scads

Peter may have denied Jesus times three
But talent outweighs religion
And his saves have the power to part the sea

On his back, he dons thirty-two
No justice done however
For the number of times he pulls through

When they enter enemy territory
Opposing attacks receive more than a lick
Because they have felt the wrath of Jonathan
The Roar of a Lion, Thy name is Quick