by Gunner Adams
(McCamey,Texas)
The badgers are a train
flying down the field
with the ball.
Britton's hittin' like a truck.
Jaimen's jukin' the Braves out
like a rat being chased by a cat.
Bubba's going for a pick,
hurdling the people like superman.
The line is crackin' helmets.
You'd think they'd broken their skulls.
The game's over, 21-7.
The Badgers pulled another victory through!
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