A Day At Camp Randall Poem by Michael Peterson

Heading towards regent street
Fans roaming the street
Hitting all the bars, way to many cars
Red & white every where
Tailgating here and there
Music blaring, people staring
Everyone having blast
Chatting and laughing
Parking lots filling
Everyone is grilling
Brats, chicken and steaks
Sharing stories of games past
Hoping the season don't go fast
Eating, drinking with strangers from next door
People enjoy a day at Camp Randall
Hearing the band playing
The cheer squad on the fire truck whipping by
Excitement building up
Feeling the beer mugs up
Walking up to the grand ole Camp
Tradition, honor, loyalty
The Stadium filling, the seats piling
Cheers getting louder
Pregame be coming
The band Marching
The crowd is ready
Here comes Bucky, very steady
The fire truck screaming
players running with excitement
Bucky out dancing, way to fancy
Game begins, badgers scoring
Bucky do push ups, how many more
4th Quarter coming
Music gets loud, fans very proud
Jump, jump around, TV watching
The band jamming around, giving the fans music
Around, around the sound flows around
Proudly winning, proudly losing
5th quarter is a party, for one and all
People dancing, everyone singing
What a great moment
What a great day, hope it never fades
For the day Camp Randall rolled
The Great red and white
The dimming lights, the end of the fight
The crowd is fading, the magic is gone
Till the next game, we all came
For Camp Randall will rock again
For the roses, for the bowl