Hail holy Zorn, offspring of Heav'n first-born
Providential play-caller, those foul beasts
Charybidis and Scylla could not stop
Thy reverse play-action run-pass option;
May I name thy faults unblam'd from thy wrath?
Th' Quarterback of Soup excells under thy
Tutelage; Choirs of Hogettes sing thy praise
"Hip, Hip, Hoo-Ray, Chosen of the Danny!"
But thou and thy bright Host art fell tempor'y
To those animals over whom Man may
Hold Dominion justly; Rams not these
Sacrificyal but rather rapt in one
Win over thee; their methods from thou not
Hidden but rather wrapt Incognito.
Play-calls passive, the Ultimate Sin of
Turnover, abundant. Pride of Four and
One cometh before the Fall.
And yet there
Is Redemption written in the emp'real
Celestial lights of the orbs of Heaven,
Spelled Cleveland and Detroit, fraudulent signs
Of professional teams both. Hail! O Sons of
Washington and restore thy blissful seat! ('Skins by 10)
