‘Twas the night before the Big XII and all through the land,
not a Sooner was stirring, not even the band.
Their Jockeys were hung by the locker with care,
in hopes that the Tigers soon would be there.
Truman was nestled all snug in his bed,
while visions of the BCS danced in his head.
And Pinkel in his kerchief full of Tiger pride,
and Bob and the Sooners ready to ride.
When down in San Antone there arose such a clatter,
Bradford sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
He realized the Option was gone in a flash,
and Murray’s dreams of running had just been dashed.
The Sooner tight ends trembled as they watched the show,
A Black and Gold luster set the horizon aglow.
When what to their wondering eyes should they find,
but Truman the Tiger, and the Heisman candidate behind.
In his bag, he carried a BLACK & GOLD broom,
To sweep up those Sooners and bring them their doom.
More rapid than Patrick his players they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"On Daniel, on Rucker, now Maclin and Pig!
On Spieker! On Lorenzo! On Temple and Zig!
To the top of the conference! To the top of it all!
This is the beginning of a legacy! With a big MIZZOU RAH "
