Date: Christmas 1981?
'Twas the week before Christmas, and all over Campus
The students were stirring and causing a rampus.
Their stockings were flung on the floor without care
In hopes that the Holiday soon would be there.
The teachers were deeply involved in their rooms
Like Pharoahs in Egypt encased in their tombs.
The rest of the staff had just settled back
While Admissions and Maintenance finished their stack.
When out on the street, there arose such a clatter
That we ran from the building to see what was the matter.
Away we all flew down to the old college square
And this is the scene that we witnessed there:
The streetlight was shining on the new fallen snow
Casting a shadow on the people below.
The girls were all tumbling; the guys, they stood proud
When all at once a man leaped from the midst of the crowd.
With a hearty 'heigh-ho' and a look soft and porous,
We knew in a flash it was President Morris.
More rapid than Comets, his faculty came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Metzler, Now Adams, Now Morrison and Pewe
Come Wilkinson, Come Beekman; you others, just stay 'way.
To the top of the Gym--To the top of Dole Hall
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
As dry leaves that before a wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the C.C. the coursers did go
With Bishop and Haberman and Morris in tow.
Then in the next moment, we ran like a shot
There they were dancing a'round top of Mott.
As the crowd drew much tighter and was turning about
The front doors blew open and Morris came out.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his feet
The faculty-staff he had come there to meet.
A bundle of books, he had flung o'er his back
And he looked like a professor about to attack.
But we had no idea of what he was feeling.
His glasses were steamy; his ears read as wine
We waited forever for some sort of sign.