Last Stand Ford The Cardinal Tree
Stand ford tall
Gracing the campus mall
A tree decorated green
Living final years of a dream
Presiding over an enchanting scene
Festive California schemes
Cardinals pray
Clearing way
Knowing a sacrifice
Is the price
Grade
Needing paid
When an Irish man arrives
Axe wielding guy
Carrying a fashionable rainbow
Colorful arrow you know
“This one looks right
I do not mean to fight
Could I give it a whack?
And put it in my lucky sack?”
Clergy conferred
About the big spruce fir
Whose future is done
Aging some
“I will give you a few pences
And in the spring, mend fences
During Easter break
Penance I will take
But since I do not make
Too much working while awake
Yearning pots filled with gold
During months that are cold
And wondered, are you sold?
Bartering your large, wooded log
Dying from San Francisco smog?”
Realizing times were bleak
Cardinals decided not to speak
Called upon the band
Give us Cardinals a hand
“But that is Notre Dame
Spiritual fame
Nothing to blame
Or be of shame
Take the check
Monday morning still we will have respect
Only will be missing one big spruce fir
Stolen by a South Bend turd
Who thinks we are just St Louis birds”
Fooling around
In a woodlands town
Leprechaun Louie, Mary he hailed
Not wanting to fail
Any exams
Or scams
Onto the title game
Headlining Leprechaun Louie’s name
Notre Dame
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