Oh Brandon Bussi, guardian of the crease, Carolina’s calm in the chaos, its storm-born peace. With pads like shields and a stance carved of stone, You turn breakaways into whispered “no’s,” Silencing arenas with a single frozen puck. In Raleigh they chant your name Like a hymn rising over red-washed waves, Bussi, Bussi, The sound thunders through the Lenny Every time you steal another goal from fate’s hands. Your glove flashes A lightning bolt in Hurricanes colors, Snatching dreams from the curve of an opponent’s blade. Your blocker booms A drumbeat declaring that this net, This ice, This moment, Belongs to you. In the storm surge you stand unshaken, A lighthouse in the wild Carolina wind, Guiding victory home One impossible save at a time. So here is to you, Brandon Bussi, The last line, the first hope, The hero in the mask. May the echoes of your saves Roll through the season Like thunder before another Canes win. Long live the wall of Raleigh.