Please sit in the nice plush chair, and let out all your frustrations. Now we move on to the Illini.
Confederation of mighty tribes convene
Champagne, their willful place of bliss
Warriors, shamans resemble the spirits of yesterday
Algonquian mixed with French curiosity
Lands sprawl across Old Ottawa
Chanting, crying out in time of war
Standing prideful at the memorial before war
As fur enriches our sophisticated taste
Shameful removal spilled tears in their footprints
Losing ground among our biggest ten
Men fading, heroes rise
A legendary ghost gallops the foes
Roses blown into the sands of time
Peaches ripen in our hands
Battled souls, scarred wills
Forcing foes to aspire toward greatness