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Holiday Cheer:
‘Twas the night after Auburn
And all through the land,
Not a “Roll Tide” was uttered
By a Crimson Tide fan.
They use to be boisterous,
They use to be loud,
They use to be cocky,
They use to be proud.
But they lost all their swagger,
They lost all their swing.
For one little second
Had changed everything.
The score it was even.
The clock had run dry.
When Nicholas Saban
Then started to cry.
He demanded a second
Be put on the clock.
The worse that could happen,
A miss or a block?
But fate it is fickle,
And greed has a price,
And what happened next
Just wasn’t too nice.
His kicker’s performance
Was one of pure shame,
So he put a green rookie
Right into the game.
The kick was a boomer
Of 56 yards,
But the extra yard needed
Was not in the cards.
And back in the end zone
A lone Tiger stood.
He caught that ol’ football,
He caught it real good.
He started to run,
He heard the cheers grow.
The Crimson Tide offence,
Too Fat and too Slow.
One hundred and nine
He ran for a score.
If needed he could have
Ran one hundred more.
The crowd it erupted
While storming the field.
The Crimson Tide’s season
Was settled and sealed.
A cry of “War Eagle”
Soon echoed the plain.
Nick Saban’s expression
Was one of pure pain.
And in Tuscaloosa
You could hear a pin drop.
And in Tallahassee
A TOMAHAWK CHOP!
For the night after Auburn
The Tide does not roll.
The new BOSS in town,
Wears GARNET AND GOLD!
GO NOLES!!!!!
