Angus Cattle Shower
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Twas the night before Grey Cup, and all through the Dome,
> Not a creature was stirring, but the gophers back home.
> The players were nestled and snug in their beds,
> While visions of Grey Cup Rings danced in their heads.
> When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
> Kent sprang from his bed to see what was the matter,
> Away to his window, he flew like a flash,
> Threw aside the Green Curtains, and Silky White Sash.
> And what did he see with his wondering eye?
> But a sea of Green Revelers and a furry brown guy.
> *That looks like Dominguez, and Flick and Fantuz!*
> *Its way after curfew! Do they want us to lose??*
> So, out of his room and down to the field,
> Coach Austin stormed out with a fury to wield.
> As he went through the tunnel, the ground shook with a beat,
> From the dancing and prancing of ten thousand feet.
> *Hey Coach,* cried a voice, *Whatcha doing down here?*
> It was Szarka and Schultz, and they were handing out beer!
> Chunky and Chick were grilling up Dogs,
> With Burgers being served by O*Day and the Hogs.
> Crandall cooked Hot Wings, Joseph grilled steak,
> While Cates, Holmes, and Hughes helped Makowsky serve cake.
> *This is nuts!* Austin shouted, *It*s one-thirty AM!*
> *I expected some revelry, but this is mayhem!*
> Eric Tillman tapped Austin , * You*re not Eagle Keys -*
> *But I*m not Berry, or Gotta, or Gregory - so PLEASE!*
> *You*re all waddling around here like Wascana geese!*
> *And in need of a dance coach like Donald Narcisse.*
> *Now, you*ve all had your fun, so back to your rooms.*
> But then Austin *s nose picked up the barbecue fumes.
> Then Green Is The Color rang out through the air,
> As Congi and Boreham played Banjos with flair.
> On Davis , on Johnson, on Coach Ritchie Hall,
> Even old Alex Smith flashed a smile after all,
> On Lloyd, on McCullough, on Hunt and on Perry,
> On Kornegay, Frazier, and yes, even Kerry.
> The skydome then filled with a soft greenish glow,
> And the whole Rider Nation set poised for a show.
> An S and a wheat sheaf then formed in the air,
> And a smile took the place of Coach Kent Austin*s glare.
> Then everyone there, the players, the fans,
> They formed a big circle by all holding hands,
> Then right in the centre appeared the Grey Cup,
> Which Fairholm and Ridgway and Elgaard picked up.
> They handed it over to Ritchie and Kent,
> Who called Kerry and Eddie, and off the Cup went.
> It was passed round the field, past heroes to present,
> While Gainer dug holes for the Blue Bomber Pheasants.
> That music was heard coast to coast people say
> And they say Rider Pride grew three sizes that day.
> Everyone left there dreaming of Blue Bomber doom.
> And they sent all the Banjos to Troy Westwood*s Room.
> GO RIDERS!
> Not a creature was stirring, but the gophers back home.
> The players were nestled and snug in their beds,
> While visions of Grey Cup Rings danced in their heads.
> When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
> Kent sprang from his bed to see what was the matter,
> Away to his window, he flew like a flash,
> Threw aside the Green Curtains, and Silky White Sash.
> And what did he see with his wondering eye?
> But a sea of Green Revelers and a furry brown guy.
> *That looks like Dominguez, and Flick and Fantuz!*
> *Its way after curfew! Do they want us to lose??*
> So, out of his room and down to the field,
> Coach Austin stormed out with a fury to wield.
> As he went through the tunnel, the ground shook with a beat,
> From the dancing and prancing of ten thousand feet.
> *Hey Coach,* cried a voice, *Whatcha doing down here?*
> It was Szarka and Schultz, and they were handing out beer!
> Chunky and Chick were grilling up Dogs,
> With Burgers being served by O*Day and the Hogs.
> Crandall cooked Hot Wings, Joseph grilled steak,
> While Cates, Holmes, and Hughes helped Makowsky serve cake.
> *This is nuts!* Austin shouted, *It*s one-thirty AM!*
> *I expected some revelry, but this is mayhem!*
> Eric Tillman tapped Austin , * You*re not Eagle Keys -*
> *But I*m not Berry, or Gotta, or Gregory - so PLEASE!*
> *You*re all waddling around here like Wascana geese!*
> *And in need of a dance coach like Donald Narcisse.*
> *Now, you*ve all had your fun, so back to your rooms.*
> But then Austin *s nose picked up the barbecue fumes.
> Then Green Is The Color rang out through the air,
> As Congi and Boreham played Banjos with flair.
> On Davis , on Johnson, on Coach Ritchie Hall,
> Even old Alex Smith flashed a smile after all,
> On Lloyd, on McCullough, on Hunt and on Perry,
> On Kornegay, Frazier, and yes, even Kerry.
> The skydome then filled with a soft greenish glow,
> And the whole Rider Nation set poised for a show.
> An S and a wheat sheaf then formed in the air,
> And a smile took the place of Coach Kent Austin*s glare.
> Then everyone there, the players, the fans,
> They formed a big circle by all holding hands,
> Then right in the centre appeared the Grey Cup,
> Which Fairholm and Ridgway and Elgaard picked up.
> They handed it over to Ritchie and Kent,
> Who called Kerry and Eddie, and off the Cup went.
> It was passed round the field, past heroes to present,
> While Gainer dug holes for the Blue Bomber Pheasants.
> That music was heard coast to coast people say
> And they say Rider Pride grew three sizes that day.
> Everyone left there dreaming of Blue Bomber doom.
> And they sent all the Banjos to Troy Westwood*s Room.
> GO RIDERS!