Two teams will converge on an open field,
And knowing I will not root for both
For being a Dawg fan, long I wield
Malice toward those of a Gator appeal
And disdain for a school which all should loathe;
Mine is the team of greater acclaim,
Though recent records notwithstanding,
Because it is classy, and free from shame;
And owns the overall historical claim
Of all-time victories, but understanding
That both teams Saturday equally stand
Unable to captain their own souls in the East.
Oh, but for my team it’s victory at hand!
And after a month of despair, they demand
An hour to kill the reptilian beast.
This gridiron battle will spark an ember
Heating a flame that turns our fortunes back,
And eases the pain of a long September,
Whilst forcing the jorted ones to remember
The beating they took from the Red and Black!