Football coach Bobby Bowden was never one to cuss
But refs make mistakes and coaches have a right to fuss
“St. Bowden” as he was lovingly called by players
Instilled moral values and hushed all the naysayers
He’d not take God’s name in vain, so he coined dadgumit
It became his trademark, might appear in his obit
If a ref made a bad call, he’d race onto the field
Never said God d*** it, when the ref’s call he appealed
"Dadgumitrefereeism" got his point across
The refs would shy away because Bobby was the boss
Sometimes calls were overturned since Bobby was revered
Short and stout in stature, but the refs still shook in fear
The “Saint” played with God on his side and the refs knew it
Dadgumitrefereeism didn't bother God a bit
He came up to play at first base.
He proved to be in the right place.
The Phillies offense is powered.
We thank God for Ryan Howard.
Last season’s Rookie-Of-The-Year.
We are so glad to have him here.
When he swings, the ball is towered.
We thank God for Ryan Howard.
He plays with great intensity.
Hitting many home runs, we’ll see.
His opponents all turn coward.
We thank God for Ryan Howard.
He is so big and strong to see,
and could be this year’s MVP.
He keeps pushing himself forward.
We thank God for Ryan Howard.
Written in 2006 during the baseball season
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