‘Twas the night before the Egg Bowl and all through the state
Not a creature was stirring, except the bagmen up there who hate.
The Golden Egg was sitting by the field with care,
In hopes that it would never have to come back there.
The Bulldogs were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of the Egg being lifted over their heads.
And Sirmon with his sheet, and Dan with his visor,
Had settle their brains that Hugh was none the wiser.
When out in the lot there arose such a clatter,
Dan sprang from his bed to see what’s the matter.