‘Twas the night before the Egg Bowl, when all through the state
Everybody was stirring, all filled with hate.
The Dawgs were ready to kick some RebelBearShark derriere
To ensure that the Golden Egg will yet again be theirs.
The Dawgs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Golden Eggs danced in their heads.
With Sharon in her ‘kerchief, and Mike in his hoodie,
Both of them were praying for several touchdowns from Woody.