‘Twas the night before the SEC Championship, and all through the South, Not a Longhorn was silent, burnt orange pouring from their mouth. The banners were hung in Atlanta with care, In hopes that a trophy soon would be there. The Aggies were nestled, alone in their beds, While dreams of “next year” danced in their heads. Since joining the SEC, they’d tried every way, But still found themselves at home on game day. When out on the field, there arose such a clatter, The Longhorns stormed in—it was their moment that mattered! Away to the stadium, we flew like a flash, Hook ’Em signs glowing, a sea of burnt sash. The moon on the helmets of freshly cut grass, Showed the Longhorns were here to kick some SEC… class. When what to our wondering eyes should appear, But Bevo himself, with a championship near! With a swagger and grit, so proud and so quick, We knew in that moment this wasn’t a trick. More rapid than touchdowns, our victory came, And we whistled and shouted and called them by name: “Now Ewers! Now Manning! Now Bond, and Brooks! On, defense! On, O-line! Let’s rewrite the books! To the top of the conference, to the heights of it all, Now dash away, dash away, dash away y’all!” And down on the sideline, ol’ Aggie did stare, With a tear in their eye and a defeated glare. “First year in the SEC, and they’re already there?” Their maroon hopes dashed, like they never could dare. The Longhorns played like legends, their legacy grew, While Aggies were stuck still chanting “Whoop!” with no clue. For a dozen long seasons, they’d tried and they’d fought, But the SEC promised more than it brought. Then Bevo exclaimed, as we took home the crown, “Hook ’Em, y’all! We own this town! So enjoy your oil money and second-rate fame, While Texas keeps winning championship games!” And as the Longhorns rode off in the SEC night, Aggie muttered to themselves, “Well… at least we’re polite.”