THE MIGHTY DUCKS (A BEAVERS DREAM) The outlook wasnt brilliant for the Eugene eleven that day The score stood 14-16 with but a buck-ten to play After eleven cream-puff opponents it wasnt supposed to be this way A loss to the plucky Beavers would make the season a bust A straggling throng crept back in from halftime extended For every game was over when the second half began But hope will spring eternal from the human breast That Mariota would give the ball a fling, TOUCHDOWN DUCKS Only eighty yards separated the Ducks from keeping their streak With no time outs, the Webfoots made their call Mariota kept for fifteen , Huff got twelve more Black Mamba squirted for seven, Marshall for the score Then from 60,000 throats erupted such clamor The little yellow flag littered Autzens floor Kill the ump! Youre blind you ref! But still they marched them ten yards back, toward the Oregon goal. From 60,000 rabid fans a raucous urging enveloped the field For Marcus strode to shotgun, a snap a reverse It was DAnthony for twenty to the Beavers thirty The clock was stopped with double threes, plenty of time A pass to Huff for eight, one fell harmlessly to the turf Then Marshall for four first down for the Ducks The clocked ticked to 0:04 when Marcus spiked the pigskin Moldanado trotted to the field his eyes of steely resolve The snap,the place, movement of the leg Oh! some where in this Valley the sun is shining bright Somewhere bands are playing and somewhere hearts are light Somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children sing But there is no joy in Duck town-missed wide right
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 23:06:11 +0000
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