Farewell Ode to Feetball

Farewell Ode to Feetball

Kick 'em, bite 'em, siss! boom! bah!
Send the doctor bill to pa,
'Leven, forty, eighty-two,
Look out, Bill, he's coming through.

Bust his ribs and break his neck;
Gee, kid, I'm a lovely wreck;
Blow the whistle, call the doc,
The quarterback has lost his sock.

Buck the tackle; five to gain;
Gosh! my collarbone does pain;
Fourteen, ninety, twenty-four;
Kick 'em in the nose once more.

Honest, Buck, now ain't this great?
Cave his slats with all your weight.

Kick 'em, bite 'em, siss! boom! bah!
Ship my coffin back to ma.

Web page created by Susan A. Basye, Special Collections and University Archives  November 1998