Twas the night before Grey Cup, and all through the Dome,
Not a creature was stirring, but the gophers back home.
The players were nestled and snug in their beds,
While visions of Grey Cup rings danced in their heads.
When out on the field, there arose such a clatter,
Kent sprang from his bed to see what was the matter,
Away to his window, he flew like a flash,
Threw aside the Green Curtains, and Silky White Sash.
And what did he see with his wondering eye?
Bet a sea of Green Revelers and a furry brown guy.
“That looks like Dominguez, and Flick and Fantuz!?
“It’s way after curfew! Do they want us to lose???
So, out of his room and down to the field,
Coach Austin stormed out with a fury to wield.
As he went through the tunnel, the ground shook with a beat,
From the dancing and prancing of ten thousand feet.
“Hey Coach,? cried a voice, “Whatcha doing down here??
It was Szarka and Schultz, and they were handing out beer!
Chunky and Chick were grilling up Dogs,
With Burgers being served by O’Day and the Hogs.
Crandall cooked Hot Wings, Joseph grilled steak,
While Cates, Holmes, and Hughes helped Makowsky serve cake.
“This is nuts!? Austin shouted, “It’s one-thirty AM!?
“I expected some revelry, but this is mayhem!?
Eric Tillman tapped Austin, “You’re not Eagle Keys -?
“But I’m not Berry, or Gotta, or Gregory – so PLEASE!?
“You’re all waddling around here like Wascana geese!?
“And in need of a dance coach like Donald Narcisse.?
“Now, you’ve all had your fun, so back to your rooms.?
But then Austin’s nose picked up the barbecue fumes.
Then ‘Green Is the Color’ rang out through the air,
As Congi and Boreham played banjos with flair.
On Davis, on Johnson, on Coach Ritchie Hall,
Even old Alex Smith flashed a smile after all,
On Lloyd, on McCullough, on Hunt and on Perry,
On Kornegay, Frazier, and yes, even Kerry.
The sky dome then filled with a soft greenish glow,
And the whole Rider Nation set poised for a show.
An ‘S’ and a wheat sheaf then formed in the air,
And a smile took the place of Coach Austin’s glare.
Then everyone there, the players, the fans,
They formed a big circle by all holding hands,
Then right in the centre appeared the Grey Cup,
Which Fairholm and Ridgeway and Elgaard picked up.
They handed it over to Ritchie and Kent,
Who called Kerry and Eddie, and off the Cup went.
It was passed round the field, past heroes to present,
While Gainer dug holes for the Blue Bombers Pheasants.
That music was heard coast to coast people say
And they say Rider Pride grew three sizes that day.
Everyone left there dreaming of Blue Bomber doom,
And they sent all the Banjos to Troy Westwood’s Room.