Twas the Week after Christmas
Twas the week after Christmas and all through Rec Hall, all the wrestlers were stirring, especially the Mouse
With dodgeball and drilling and play wrestling too, in hopes that a title would soon be theirs
The wrestlers were working on cradles and tilts, while visions of pin chains danced in their heads
And Cael in his sweatpants and I full of crap, had just booked our flights for a nice winter scrap
When out on HR there arose such a clatter, pull all the redshirts cause nothing else matters
Warner and Murin and add PDIII, we’ll win a title if we free the Lee
The moonlight reflecting from Cael’s shiny head, gave the luster of midday to the team he led
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a flight to the Scuffle, a title this year
With a team full of talent, and grateful, no pride, their opponents could run, but they couldn’t hide
More rapid than eagles his wrestlers they came, and Casey and Cody each called them by name
Now Keener, now Cortez, now Zain Train and Nolf, on Joseph, on Marky, on Nickel and Raptor
With 8 scoring wrestlers why not add one more, and Nevills will surely add to the score
To the top of the podium at the Scuffle and more, next come Big Tens, but they still want to score
The NCAAs is the ultimate test, this group wants to be the best of the best
And then in a twinkling, the season was done, the team had a great year, and it was all fun
Regardless of how everything turns out, their goal is get better with each new bout
But I heard them exclaim as they finished the year, be thankful for blessings and be of good cheer.
Twas the week after Christmas and all through Rec Hall, all the wrestlers were stirring, especially the Mouse
With dodgeball and drilling and play wrestling too, in hopes that a title would soon be theirs
The wrestlers were working on cradles and tilts, while visions of pin chains danced in their heads
And Cael in his sweatpants and I full of crap, had just booked our flights for a nice winter scrap
When out on HR there arose such a clatter, pull all the redshirts cause nothing else matters
Warner and Murin and add PDIII, we’ll win a title if we free the Lee
The moonlight reflecting from Cael’s shiny head, gave the luster of midday to the team he led
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a flight to the Scuffle, a title this year
With a team full of talent, and grateful, no pride, their opponents could run, but they couldn’t hide
More rapid than eagles his wrestlers they came, and Casey and Cody each called them by name
Now Keener, now Cortez, now Zain Train and Nolf, on Joseph, on Marky, on Nickel and Raptor
With 8 scoring wrestlers why not add one more, and Nevills will surely add to the score
To the top of the podium at the Scuffle and more, next come Big Tens, but they still want to score
The NCAAs is the ultimate test, this group wants to be the best of the best
And then in a twinkling, the season was done, the team had a great year, and it was all fun
Regardless of how everything turns out, their goal is get better with each new bout
But I heard them exclaim as they finished the year, be thankful for blessings and be of good cheer.
