This is the best poem ever.
The Last Corps Trip
It was Judgement Day in Aggieland
and tenseness filled the air;
All knew there was a trip at hand,
But not a soul knew where.
Assembled on the drill field
Was the world-renowned Twelfth Man,
The entire fighting Aggie Team
And the famous Aggie band.
And out in front with Royal Guard
The reviewing party stood;
St. Peter and his angel staff
Were choosing bad from good.
First he surveyed the Aggie Team
And in terms of an angel swore,
“by Jove, I do believe I’ve seen
This gallant group before.
I’ve seen them play since way back when
And they’ve always had the grit;
I’ve seen ‘em lose and I’ve seen ‘em win
But I’ve never seen ‘em quit.
“No need for us to tarry here
Deciding upon their fates;
‘Tis as plain as the halo on my head
That they’ve opened Heaven’s gates.”
And when the Twelfth Man heard this
they let out a mightly yell.
that echoed clear to Heaven
And shook the gates of Hell.
“And what group is this upon the side,”
St. Peter asked his aide,
“that swelled as if to burst with pride
When we our judgement made?”
“Why sir, that’s the Cadet Corps,
That’s known both far and wide,
For backing up their fighting team
Whether they won or lost or tied.”
“Well then, “said St. Peter
“It’s very plain to me
That within the realms of Heaven
they should spend eternity.”
And have the Texas Aggie Band
At once commence to play
for their fates too, we must decide
Upon this crucial day.”
And the drum major so hearing
Slowly raised his hand
And said, “Boys let’s play “the Spririt
for the last time in Aggieland.”
And the band poured forth the Anthem
In notes both bright and clear
And ten thousand Aggie voices
Sung the song they hold so dear.
And when the band had finished
St. Peter wiped his eyes
And said, “it’s not so hard to see
They’re meant for Paradise.”
And the colonel of the Cadet Corps said
As he stiffly took his stand
“It’s just another Corps Trip boys,
We’ll march in behind the band.”
—P.H. DuVal, Jr. ‘51