'Who Dat...' - Poem by Shondrika Anderson
' WHO DAT...'
Now it must be said that them Saints go hard.
We bout to make them birds holla and call on the Lord.
When it comes to putting it down Drew Brees gon do his thing.
Them Saints gon make them Falcons cry, like a choir they gon sing.
...... In black and gold them Saints bout to cover the ground.
Them Saints gon make it rain with each and every touchdown.
With Colston going long receiving the ball.
There's no way them Falcon dirty birds ain't gon fall.
Now Ingram, Thomas, and Sproles running it down from each end of the field.
It's time to show them who we are, Saints you know the deal.
WHO DAT is what we say loud, and proudly we stand.
Them Saints go hard, sending them Falcon dirty birds to the promise land.
WHO DAT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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