Come round, all you Hoosiers, and try not to swoon
As I tell you a tale 'bout the Old Brass Spittoon.
In the Fall of '13, in a town called East Lansing
With Hoosier Fans still enjoying post Penn State dancing
Sparty worried, and fretted, and worried some more
That Cream and Crimson clad warriors were headed for his door.
His eyes fell upon a trophy so brassy
It could even make the town of Ann Arbor look classy.
What a trophy it was! What a sight to behold!
It's sheen somehow made Michigan winters less cold.
Sparty preferred when Ol' Brassy and Paul sat side by side
And in vain from the Hoosiers did Sparty go hide.
But alas, IU found him, led by Sudfeld and Bolser
And ran all over him like a bulldozer.
After the game 'twas #victorybacon for all
In celebration of that mighty green menace's fall.
Once again Ol' Brassy will be home at the Rock
And the critics will the Hoosiers continue to shock.
Football fervor in Bloomington is nearing its high
And our time to break through the glass ceiling is nigh,
So on Saturday, my fellow Crimson Quarry users,
Be vocal in cheering your Indiana HOOSIERS!