âTwas 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 ânext yearâ danced in their heads. Since joining the SEC, theyâd 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 inâit was their moment that mattered! Away to the stadium, we flew like a flash, Hook âEm 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 wasnât a trick. More rapid than touchdowns, our victory came, And we whistled and shouted and called them by name: âNow Ewers! Now Manning! Now Bond, and Brooks! On, defense! On, O-line! Letâs rewrite the books! To the top of the conference, to the heights of it all, Now dash away, dash away, dash away yâall!â And down on the sideline, olâ Aggie did stare, With a tear in their eye and a defeated glare. âFirst year in the SEC, and theyâre already there?â Their maroon hopes dashed, like they never could dare. The Longhorns played like legends, their legacy grew, While Aggies were stuck still chanting âWhoop!â with no clue. For a dozen long seasons, theyâd tried and theyâd fought, But the SEC promised more than it brought. Then Bevo exclaimed, as we took home the crown, âHook âEm, yâall! We own this town! So enjoy your oil money and second-rate fame, While Texas keeps winning championship games!â And as the Longhorns rode off in the SEC night, Aggie muttered to themselves, âWell⊠at least weâre polite.â