‘Twas the night before finals, when all through the dorm
all the creatures were stirring, trying to keep warm.
The notebooks were set on the desks with no care,
In hopes that tomorrow the knowledge would be there.
The students were studying, all snug in their friends’ rooms,
While visions of chemical reactions led them to their dooms.
And the JCs in their pajamas, and me in my sweats,
Not really relaxed, wishing that we were home with our pets.
When outside on the hill there arose lots of yells,
I sprang from my futon to see where it dwells.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Opened the curtains and looked down at last.
The moon shone on the new-fallen snow
Giving way to a group of students below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a great big snowball coming to my window near.
With a little jump, so lively and quick,
I knew I would have to risk getting sick.
More rapid than Superman, I went out to the hill,
And whistled and shouted and called for each boy and girl:
“Now Hoyme! Now Thorson!
Now, Hillboe and Kittelsby!
On, Rand! On, Mohn!
On, Ellingson and Kildahl!
You’d better run,
Or I’ll throw a snowball!”
Happy Finals Week to all, and to all a long night!
