To My Beloved Chicago Bears...

The score is final and the Super Bowl is lost.
Now you must return to the Chicago wind and frost.
You hang your heads low and it's easy to see why.
You've battled through the season just to be left to cry.
But dust yourself off and keep your chin high with pride.
You fought the good fight when others would have rather died.
The Bear will roar once again so pay this loss no mind.
Congratulate Peyton and Tony and treat them nice and kind,
And pull up a chair and relax the bones with a cold glass of beer.
Because the great thing about this game, there's always next year.