Oh sweet football, where hast thou went
I can think now only of the time we spent
Together on the gridiron, so fresh and young
I can now only think, to where have you flung
It has been but a week, or maybe two
God your absence has got me so blue
Can you come back now, pretty please
I’d watch you play, even if I freeze
As Tom Brady asks, what are we to do
What exactly is it that we’re supposed to view
I want to hear the roaring crowds, even though they’re few
See the players flood the gridiron, trampling grass and dew
However though we must wait, until the come of fall
Though how we will make it that long I do not know at all
To fill that void, to busy our minds before the pigskin’s call
I guess it’s just that time of year to watch some basketball.
warren4@stolaf.edu
