Once more unto the season, dear Sun Devils, once more;
Or litter Kush Field with our tackled backs.
In the offseason, nothing so becomes a player
As Coach Griz's workouts and lifts;
But when the rush of the season flows in our veins,
Then imitate the action of the Sun Devil!
Buckle the chinstrap, draw up the plays,
Disguise edge blitzes with pre-snap movement;
Then lend the Hornets a terrible sight;
Let Kelly fly the ball deep to the end zone
Like the angry bull; let Marion Grice o'erwhelm them
As powerfully as doth a Finkenberg block
O'erload and run past their confounded offensive line,
Blitz'd by the wild and powerful Bradford.
Now set the formation and split Jaelen Strong out wide,
Hold hard the snap count and fend off every tackler
To Foster's full speed. On, on, you noblest Devils.
Whose tradition is fet from battles of Camp T!
Legends that, like so many Whites, Haynes and Tillmans,
Have on this field from kickoff till whistle fought
And left their glory in the Ring of Honor:
Dishonour not your teammates; now attest
That those coaches you call'd sirs did teach you.
Be victors over players of lesser teams,
And show them how Sparky plays. And you, good Devil,
Whose gameplan was made in Tempe, show us here
The level of your playmaking; let us swear
That you are worth your scholarship; which Coach Graham doubts not;
For there is none of you so talented and skilled,
That hath not victorious lustre in your eyes.
I see you standing like warriors in Tillman Tunnel,
Awaiting upon the kickoff. The game's afoot!
Follow the pitchfork, and upon this night
Cry "Win for Sparky, Tempe and our fans!"