The shoulder pads were hung, by the lockers downstairs,
In hopes that the state trophy, would soon be in our care.

Coaches Dickie & Jenkins, Allamong and Clarke,
Bruce Abbott & Jeff, all very sharp.

Senseny, Carter, Schmitt and Sowers,
Working hard for days, had finally gotten showers.

Coache Bobby in khakis, had just donned his cap,
And settled his brain, for a long winter's nap.

When out on the fifty, there arose such a clatter,
Coach Bobby sprang up, to see what was the matter.

Away to the sideline, he flew like a flash,
Threw down the playbook, and started chewing some butt.
(gotcha)

The lights at JMU, were brightly aglow,
The Bee fans from on high, were screaming "Oh No!"

John Handley had scored, the first play we'd all hear,
The shock and the terror, we then shed a tear.

With Scott at the helm, and Rusty on track,
Dejon for spice, there was no turning back.

A trap to the left, then "T" to the right,
We wanted it all and tonight we had fight.

More convicting than Judges, our defenders they came,
They were kicking some hiney, and taking some names.

Levar, McDaniel, Torrence and Kee,
Burch, Adams, and Lomax, mighty were these.

Bondurant, Daniels, Mason, and a strong secondary,
Put a grin on Bobby's cheeks, like a bowl full of cherries.

The buzzer has sounded, would it end like this,
The Bees were ahead, seven to six.

We had some time now, more to reflect,
Cumberland and Rubinberg, would now gain respect.

We returned from the half, but not to be weary,
For we had the forces, of Will, Brett and Ghiri.

The third quarter was great, the opponents in awe,
They had not seen such play, with the likes of Steuck & Straw.

The horns, drums and cheers, came loud from the hive,
The News and Advance now call it "The Drive".

Our A.D. (John Vasvary) he was nervous, yet a right jolly old elf,
And I grinned when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a nod of his head,
Soon he told Coach Bobby, he had nothing to dread.

Another year you may be, coach of this team,
For you have lead us, yes lead us, all to our dream.

Fourteen to six the final score,
We have done what no Bee, had done before.

We all laid a hand, on the trophy with grins,
State Champions we were, others said "shouldn't have been".

And all through the hive, could be heard shouting this cheer,
Hidi Tidi, don't pout, the Might Bees will see YOU next year.

Congratulations Jim Whorley, in leading the flight,
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night.