Ball State University Poem

From Alma Mater: Vol. 1: The Midwest
Available Now! (Link Below)

*Ball State*

We Party Hard—
This Ball State.
Ball Hard—
Party Late.
We Ball Hard—
At Ball State,
Made it to Muncie, Indy,
Now Let’s Celebrate!

We Ball Hard—
All State.
In Muncie you’re in good hands—
Allstate.
We Ball Hard—
Party Late.
Ball Hard—
Talkin’
’bout
Ball State.

The home of the Ball Brothers,
We’re all brothers,
We All in the Family—
Sally Struthers.
The Indy Party Scene—We Define,
The concept of parties—redefined,
We even drink before finals:
We’ll be fine.
Open containers—
Toss away the fines.

Ball State rolls deep—
Like, “Any takers?”
We ride like a Lamborghini,
Ya’ll stuck in Studebakers.

Show up to the party like,
“Yeah, this here is the party life.”
Drink hardy
at
a Delta party then
House parties—we goin’ HAM tonight.
Man, these parties are gonna SLAM tonight:
New York, Carson, Dill Street,
The Chug, then drinkin’
on Dick Street…
Yeah, Ball’s on Dick’s,
He.He.

Cops want to take our rights,
We fight back,
We keep the Ball filled with liquor
Now it’s ’bout to crack.
We not afraid of cops—
In this neighborhood,
Think they can stop this party?
Yah, they wish they could….

Damn!
Here come the police!
Later, Man!
Them boys ask too many questions—
Letterman.

We Party Hard—
This Ball State.
Ball Hard—
Party Late.
We Ball Hard—
At Ball State.
Got out on bail!
Time to celebrate!

We had some Jäger’ in the trunk—
We
got it crunk,
Show up to Late Night—
Already Drunk.

Then we can party safe:
Alcohol Free,
But everyone can see—
We alcohol freed.

I’m feelin’ Free—
in Middletown.
This school’s for me—
It’s my kind of town.
There are many schools,
but out them all,
I’ll make my own chances:
Give me The Ball.

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Purdue University Poem

From Alma Mater: Vol. 1: The Midwest
Available Now! (Link Below)

*Purdue University*

We make our own way in a mass transfer of vim,
While we forge footsteps, other schools fall behind,
because
One small step by them,
Is another giant leap for our kind.

Titanium does not orbit on its shelf,
The time to produce is never too soon,
If Boilers awaited change to make itself,
We wouldn’t have put a man on the moon.

Makers are unburned by slow logistics,
This cradle of creators shape an active nucleus,
We take off in the study of ballistics,
When what man never knew rises to creations new to us.

Flying to Mackey Arena and Ross-Ade
Are Boilermakers ready to toil like Purdue Pete,
Through Stadium Mall is the Gold and Black Parade,
Racing through the streets like the annual Grand Prix.

The Breakfast Club is a locomotive through Chauncey Hill,
Phi Kappa Tau and the Greeks of Lafayette
Drink enough for the future—when memories refill,
As the mothers of moments—we could never forget.

Like the traffic in the lines of Earhart,
This world has givers and it has takers,
There are Hoosiers sitting and afraid to start,
Then, thank God, there are Boilermakers.

New Boilers in the Gold Rush will find Old Gold,
Awaiting their creations in these malls of reverence…
Go on to fly to outer space and break the mold:
Make your way.
Make a name.
Make a difference.

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Purdue University Poem

Purdue University Poem.

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Purdue University Poem

From Alma Mater: Vol. 1: The Midwest
Available Now! (Link Below)

*Purdue University*

We make our own way in a mass transfer of vim,
While we forge footsteps, other schools fall behind,
because
One small step by them,
Is another giant leap for our kind.

Titanium does not orbit on its shelf,
The time to produce is never too soon,
If Boilers awaited change to make itself,
We wouldn’t have put a man on the moon.

Makers are unburned by slow logistics,
This cradle of creators shape an active nucleus,
We take off in the study of ballistics,
When what man never knew rises to creations new to us.

Flying to Mackey Arena and Ross-Ade
Are Boilermakers ready to toil like Purdue Pete,
Through Stadium Mall is the Gold and Black Parade,
Racing through the streets like the annual Grand Prix.

The Breakfast Club is a locomotive through Chauncey Hill,
Phi Kappa Tau and the Greeks of Lafayette
Drink enough for the future—when memories refill,
As the mothers of moments—we could never forget.

Like the traffic in the lines of Earhart,
This world has givers and it has takers,
There are Hoosiers sitting and afraid to start,
Then, thank God, there are Boilermakers.

New Boilers in the Gold Rush will find Old Gold,
Awaiting their creations in these malls of reverence…
Go on to fly to outer space and break the mold:
Make your way.
Make a name.
Make a difference.

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University of Notre Dame Poem

From Alma Mater: Vol. 1: The Midwest
Available Now! (Link Below)

*Our Lady*

As long as I live—I will fight for her name,
With my hand—Strong and True;
When I die, as my innards blacken,
My heart will stay Golden & Blue.

***

When you ask a kid growing up in Northern Indiana what he wants to be when he grows up, he’ll tell you, “A Fighting Irish.” And when you repeat this question
in any of our great 50 states…
a great many will tell you the same.

Honor & Tradition

The cornerstones of this sacred society that is upheld by the valiant who are blessed to wear these colors. Touched to wear the armor of fighters who do not rely on the luck of the Irish, but the fortune of the brave. In Notre Dame Stadium, you can hear the congregation rah “loyalty” with voices that echo for the football royalty; and before visitors may leave this holy house,
They Will Bow.

Notre Dame is Montana to Haines to come from behind and take the ’79 Cotton Bowl.

It is Tom Clements going 36 yards down the field to Robin Weber to take the 1973 Sugar Bowl.

It is The Four Horsemen.

It is remembering The Gipper.

It is the house that Rockne built.

It is 11 National Championships.

It is carrying Lou Holtz off the field in his final home game after a 62-0 send-off.

It is dreams coming true like Rudy Ruettiger’s.

It is the stars on the field who rule our world today,
&
The Irish in the stands who will
Rule the world tomorrow.

Bodies of influential entrepreneurs and business people.
It is an audience of divine minds and spirits that will touch this world…
And today
Reach down and move our soldiers with this righteous spirit.

And for 60 minutes we exalt these humble soldiers.

Glory be to the sons of she,
Who sing to her fame with bended knee.
These skies will never forget her name
&
Our foes will remember
Notre Dame.

Ever on the heels of legends, we march onward to victory…
&
When the road rises to meet our champions,
One voice rises with our decree:

Cheer, Cheer for old Notre Dame.

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University of Notre Dame Poem

University of Notre Dame Poem.

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University of Notre Dame Poem

From Alma Mater: Vol. 1: The Midwest
Available Now! (Link Below)

*Our Lady*

As long as I live—I will fight for her name,
With my hand—Strong and True;
When I die, as my innards blacken,
My heart will stay Golden & Blue.

***

When you ask a kid growing up in Northern Indiana what he wants to be when he grows up, he’ll tell you, “A Fighting Irish.” And when you repeat this question
in any of our great 50 states…
a great many will tell you the same.

Honor & Tradition

The cornerstones of this sacred society that is upheld by the valiant who are blessed to wear these colors. Touched to wear the armor of fighters who do not rely on the luck of the Irish, but the fortune of the brave. In Notre Dame Stadium, you can hear the congregation rah “loyalty” with voices that echo for the football royalty; and before visitors may leave this holy house,
They Will Bow.

Notre Dame is Montana to Haines to come from behind and take the ’79 Cotton Bowl.

It is Tom Clements going 36 yards down the field to Robin Weber to take the 1973 Sugar Bowl.

It is The Four Horsemen.

It is remembering The Gipper.

It is the house that Rockne built.

It is 11 National Championships.

It is carrying Lou Holtz off the field in his final home game after a 62-0 send-off.

It is dreams coming true like Rudy Ruettiger’s.

It is the stars on the field who rule our world today,
&
The Irish in the stands who will
Rule the world tomorrow.

Bodies of influential entrepreneurs and business people.
It is an audience of divine minds and spirits that will touch this world…
And today
Reach down and move our soldiers with this righteous spirit.

And for 60 minutes we exalt these humble soldiers.

Glory be to the sons of she,
Who sing to her fame with bended knee.
These skies will never forget her name
&
Our foes will remember
Notre Dame.

Ever on the heels of legends, we march onward to victory…
&
When the road rises to meet our champions,
One voice rises with our decree:

Cheer, Cheer for old Notre Dame.

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