I once had a student named Rose
Who liked to touch things with her nose.
She had no sense of smell,
In case you can't tell--
'Til it came back. That's just how it goes.
Hey, check out directional state! I bet they're unprepared for their fate. We'll run over their asses, Then throw Bleskin some passes, and the defense will bust Vernon's pate.
Pass to Kaufman, to Clarke, Herd, or Talley; Leave your freshman up 41's alley, But if you try to run, The front seven has fun. When Big Zach's done, backs answer to "Sally."
Screaming Eagle thinks his team will win. I think I'd like to ask him "How's that passing attack With V.A. on his back?" Also, "You want a piece of our vim?"
Eastern's mostly ignored in their land, Hence their hard-bitten, obnoxious fans. After playing tomorrow, They'll leave Bozeman in sorrow, Once the Cats give them all they can stand.
They can beat you by run or by
throw. Their defense is rarin' to go. They're the Fighting
Bobcats, Set to kick Chadron's ass. It's only the score we
don't know.
This Thursday, old Montana State Plays its first ever game that starts late, Where they'll whale on a patsy From Chadron, Nebrasky. I smell championships in their fate!
There once was a Big Human coach Who a win from a big school could poach. Against Chadron, he spaced. Now by Ash he's replaced And the little schools don't dare approach.
There once was a team from Chadron With a little white back who could run. Left defenses fatigued, Then he left for the League. Stick a fork in his team, 'cause they're done.
There once was a poet from PIT.
Everything that he wrote turned to ____.
Sonnet-excrement grows
Limericks rank to the nose,
But this man lacks the good sense to quit.
There once was a vicious Flukeman
Who disgusted some X-Files fans.
Mulder made an arrest
At old Skinner's behest,
And they foiled the smoking man's plans.