‘Twas the night before my birthday, when all through the city
The campus was quite alive,
ELR was packed with fans to cheer,
In hopes that a Gopher victory was near;
The students with 8a.m.’s were counting sheep,
While Carlson kids were doing anything but sleep;
And Sally in her apron, and I in my shoes,
Had just settled down for the first autumn’s snooze,
When out on the Mall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my scooter to see what was the matter.
Away to Northrop I flew like a flash,
*Acquired* some food and cleaned up the trash.
The light from the windows of old Vincent Hall,
Shone very little of what lurked on the Mall,
When what to my unblinking eyes did appear,
But a massive bus, and a dozen linemen were clear
With a handsome young coach, who kept them in check
I knew right away it must be P.J. Fleck!
More rapid than badgers his players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Tanner! now, Crab! now, Trey and Mo!
On, Michael! on, Brevyn! on, Thomas and Mariano!
To University Ave! to Huntington Bank!”
He sprang to the bus, to his team gave a call,
And away they all drove like 1st and goal with the ball.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
“Happy Birthday Goldy, and to the Gophers a good night!”