I'm older now, with a son and a daughter. From the sideline I've dissected Many a grim Cane Spree slaughter. But my heart's always been with the cause that is lost. They're tall, fast, or Carrie. Their hair's got the volume to show who's the best man - at studying Talmud.
Freshman are looking strong - that much is clear.
What can I say, I cant put it aside. Now is the winter of our discontent We've read it all, said it all, however yet One ancient tradition has not yet been met. A man among boys to weather the storm And shine in the midst of his enemies' blood With effortless cunning and powerful form. I must, in honor of our beloved Mati, Declare the Carolina Variation. The sophomores always win, or so they say.