The Madness I March to, four fine drummers
Six string rhythms from eight elite strummers
The time half keep; more like three-quarter numbers
Tha lines I speak, no borders like Jumpers
Six overtimes, Devendorf beat tha buzzer
Flynn and Harris like lightening and thunder
Got real as AIDS when they waved off that Magic jumper
Marathon Men grew
In Madison Square Garden
Orange blossoms bloom
In tha ‘Cuse and in Harlem
Globetrotter, now,
International stardom
Awaits Johnny Flynn
Nobody can guard him
I know Niagara Falls
Is flowing with passion
Two local boys
Making waves with their talents
Andy Rautins broke free of his local distractions
Strokin’ tha three like lights, camera, action
He one-upped his dad in tha coolest of fashions
Onauku and Jackson, too, could see NBA action
Strong presence down low, with another year’s practice
They’ll rebound this team through next year’s tough brackets
But tha ‘Cuse, down in Memphis,
Accepted defeat
Welcomed back home
Tha season was sweet
Sixteen teams aren’t nicer than we
Oklahoma no more Sooner
Welcomed defeat
Blake Griffin’s a beast, but this year UNC
Is legendary like Michael they’ve earned tha degree
Of respect that they’re given from Carolina blue seas
But if Flynn comes back next year, we will be a one seed
And our team more ‘melo than Boeheim in ’03
- MIC THA POET
