The Day the Tiger's Rolled Into Town

Like a wild fire the orange consumed the crimson; Rolling over it like a spring tide with a mission; The orange blazed in parking lots and in stands; Adornment of the happiest fans in the land; Backed by a powerful purple wave; To the onslaught the elephant would eventually cave; Then the orange flashed up and down the field; And the crimson and white would have to yield; The band blared the song that shook the entire land; Evenings events transpiring better than planned; The faithful fans chanted to the rag; As soon the game was in the bag; And the tide clan looked like crimson clowns; As so many sad faces did abound; Nothing could stop those orange pants; And we all joined Dabo in a victory dance; The domination was complete and all around; On: The Day the Tigers Rolled into Town;