They scalped the mighty Seminoles.
In the polls they quickly rose.
They couldn't possibly lose a game,
They wore the crown of heros.

But came the ides of November,
When the Hokies came to Town.
The Hoos were psyched and ready,
For the annual State showdown.

But Hoo fans were disquieted,
In whispers they all spoke.
"Would the Wahoos win another game?"
"Or would the Wahoos choke?"

Hoo faithful filled all the lots.
They partied wild and free.
They drank wine from crystal goblets.
They nibbled expensive brie.

They spoke of glories of the past,
They made a rousing fuss.
And said to one another,
"It means more to them than us".

"This game is not so big" they said.
From their Coach they took their cues.
"Army-Navy is much more important."
("Especially if we lose").

The game started out a wild affair.
Each team was able to score.
The Hoos were going up and down
Tech was shaken to it's core.

The Wahoos took the lead,
The Hoos all shouted "Hosanna"!
Even the second string quarterback,
Was looking like Joe Montana.

The Hoos were ahead and going strong.
How could the Wahoos fail?
To play so well and still fall short,
Was simply against the pale.

The hated Hokies had one last gasp.
But Hoo fans didn't worry.
They knew the Hoos would still come through,
For Mr. Jefferson's glory.

But what is this? How could it be?
Is that Homes standing in the zone?
He has the ball, he holds is dear,
And the Hoos begin to groan.

But the Hoos came back in the final ticks,
Looking like champs of old.
But Banks caught the ball and smothered the lead,
That the Wahoos could not hold.

The Hoos raised their eyes to heaven.
How could this possibly be?
For the greatest Hoo team ever,
To fall short of victory?

The answer came back from heaven.
It came back loud and clear.
"Don't every doubt the Hokies,
They have no doubt or fear."

Because God is also a Hokie.
What other reason could there be?
For leaves to turn orange and maroon,
For all the world to see!

Oh, somewhere Hoos are happy,
Somewhere Hoos are gay,
Somewhere they sing the "Good Ol' Song",
To dear ol' U.VA.

But in the year of ninety five,
The Hoos ran out of gas.
There is no joy in Hooville,
THE HOKIES KICKED THEIR ASS!

An Old Hokie
P.S.Warren
CE, '67