Pre-game drills, team huddle;
Diving, kicking, stealing, punting
It's that music that gets us wanting
To win the game, to show no mercy
For our enemy, to whom we will be hunting.

We are the predator, they are the prey.
Time to show them who's boss,
Beat them, give them another loss.
'Cause we will give it all we've got
from the beginning, till the end; give that coin a toss.

Blood, sweat, tears, all or nothing;
Determination, persistence, no doubt,
Send them home to their mother to pout
'Mommy we lost the game, ' and they won't be back
They're already heading home eating hot dogs with sour kraut.

by Kayla Richardson

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