Poem by Michael King -- Just had to post!!!

O! we of the highest order,
Yea, we men of the great 08,
We have seen the second coming,
And belive you me it's great.
Our savior's grand, Our savior's just,
Our savior's plain to see:
Our savior, great Tirapelle
Son of the Old Man T.

Oh circle around and fight those hands
Position, remember, is key
Whatever you're doing, remember to do it
For him and the Old Man T.

Many days and nights we've fasted
In hopes that worthy we might B:
Worthy to bask in his glory,
Worthy disciples were we.
And our savior he helped us
Guided us, every last one.
Nobody ever his equal.
the man, Tirapelle's son.

Oh base back up, get off your belly!
Why won't you listen to me?
Whatever you're doing, remember to do it
For him and the Old Man T.

It was four years time we followed
Four years we were part of the pack.
Four years we pressed ever onward,
For four years we never looked back.
Our lord and savior he led us
Into the midst of the fight
And in the end we won it all,
For Adam always is right.

Oh hold hold hold, what're you doing?
Stand up, keep your arm free.
Whatever you're doing remember to do it
For him and the Old Man T.

We have come a long way with him
And some still have further to go
But however far we travel
There's one thing that we'll always know.
That he is the best, the greatest,
And those who say nay are liars.
He's the man who lives like a god
Adam, Frodo of Noobshire.

Oh you're all a bunch of freaking noobs
What the hell is that B?
Don't worry, whatever we're doing
It's for you, and for Old Man T.

By Michael King – CHS Alumni 2008