Twas the night before draft day, when all through The Land,
Not a creature was stirring, just as they planned;
All the prospects were ranked on a white board with care,
In hopes that their name would be called anywhere;
The coaches were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of quarterbacks danced in their heads;
And Jimmy in his nightshirt, and Dee in her cap,
Had just settled down for a short pre-draft nap,
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
Jimmy sprang from his office to see what was the matter.