When the temperature drops and we all huddle indoors,
These three go out to spray a fresh pour
Onto the concrete, dried out by the sun,
They do tireless work so we can have broomball fun.
Late into the night they pull on the hose,
But will the ice keep? Only Mother Nature knows.
On Wednesday nights, dozens will flail and fall,
And it’s all thanks to these guys that we have an ice rink at all!