ENHAKKORE

Well, let us begin,

To say,

There was a time when a town would play,

You understand,

Football,

Again and again

The town would play it and then

The children would huddle in

And the ball holders has already been chosen

As the play would too,

Just in time

For the virtuoso to shine,

And make the day mine,

However in time,

That is otherly,

As the condition of a true memory

Was of a field

With little to do

With football as a sport

The coaches do purport

To have already selected the quarterback

Only two in fact

Maybe a third

If the need arose

And nobody runs the ball

Unless they are numbered in full

“This is idiotic in full we believe,

“You understand again,

“Every kid touches the ball again

“Every kid can touch the ball

“Every kid is required to play quarterback a couple times

“Who let the adults act like swines

“And try and waste all the times,

“For little prancers on the prowl,

“Older and sometimes foul

“Tryin’ to get they spot

“On that high school roster

“Big D1 inbound:

“The mystery of Howell Football,

“That was always unsound,