my team is better
than your team
our colors fly high,
right up to the sky
our linemen hit
harder
right through
Granny’s larder
our running backs
fly over, around and through
we cheer our team on
in a flurry of pompons
the weather changes
to snow, yet we go
further, harder,
faster and over
it’s halftime and
our band marches forward
they bob and they
weave as our anthem they play
drums beating
loudly, brass singing to the crowd
the scoreboard will
prove our school prowess
no matter where you’re
from, you will know
the game is the best
when we’ve played
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