’Twas the night before the opener, when all through our new home
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Gaffer Gnome;
The kits were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that Saint Paul soon would be there;
The rookies were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of dummy runs danced in their heads;
And Kallman in his kerchief, and Ike in his cap,
Had just settled down for a mid-April nap,
When out on the Great Lawn there arose such a clatter,
Jan sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.