My best shot:
Oh Aggies dost thou wonder too,That your faults like deeper than stinky socks…And that when your mother gave birth to you…She suffered from the pox…
But though you’ll think I’m tacky,I’ll suppose that it’s not rare,That far beneath your army khaki…Lies crotchless underwear.
So Aggies lest from grace you fall,We’ll concede this if you let us;Your shaven domes are heads after all…Though only ones of lettuce.
Berkeley Breathed
My best shot:
Oh Aggies dost thou wonder too,That your faults like deeper than stinky socks…And that when your mother gave birth to you…She suffered from the pox…
But though you’ll think I’m tacky,I’ll suppose that it’s not rare,That far beneath your army khaki…Lies crotchless underwear.
So Aggies lest from grace you fall,We’ll concede this if you let us;Your shaven domes are heads after all…Though only ones of lettuce.