Was this season a total fail
That's a question for time to tell
For now we grab our metal pales
That contain our lunch's ... hold the kale
For its back to work to seek that grail
That's yet to appear in our tale
Of fandom... WHAT THE HELL
So now we hope the Wolverines prevail
And the winds of change do reach the sail
Of a coach whose college days are stale
Whom we'd treat as a royal and gladly hail
With piles and piles of fan written mail
Answer our prayers and please don't fail
Ye gods of football who's heights we'll scale
So we can live at last our fairytale
K luv you bye and can't you tell
Am I certified fresh?
NAY NAY NAY... I'm certified stale!