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An Ode To Allen Fieldhouse

Twas the minute before tip-off, when all through the gym

Not a player was shooting, untouched were the rims.

The students were standing in their crimson and blue

In hopes that the dunks soon would ring true.

With a blue checkered tie, with such knowledge and skill

We knew in a moment, it must be Coach Bill.

More rapid than eagles his players they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!

Now Lucas!

Now Mari!

Now Perry and Frank!

On Embiid!

On Tarik!

On Selden and Wiggs!

We sprang to our feet, on our feet we did cheer!

And the players were dancing, their happiness clear.

That’s when we heard Coach yell, with all of his might

“Rock Chalk to all, and to all a good night!”