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No Retreat
The day is close
for the war in Norman town,
We feel the Sooners are ready
to put the Huskers down.
We’ll scream Boomer Sooner
each time our heroes score,
We’re sending the country a message
The Sooners are on top once more!!
The crimson and cream will ride
like scarlet knights of the ancient past,
They’ll bring victories and spoils of war
back home to us at last.
With pointed fingers held high
we’ll scream like people gone mad,
Because it will be so sweet to leave
the Huskers crying and sad.
JRS © 10-23-00
The "Okie" Poet
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