Purdue, Purdue, What Are You?

January 3, 2011Category: WritingTags: ,

Purdue, Purdue, what are you?
Your buildings made of brick.

Your towers tall, with many a hall,
students watch time tick.

From clocktower high, it soars to the sky,
surveying all it sees.

Akin to those, whom Johnson drags to new lows,
they pass the rest with ease.

Purdue, Purdue, what are you?
the students in your care?

Some study hard, some play the bard,
and those who drink aren’t rare.

Then are some, when called they come,
to save us from the horde.

The zombies foul, who scream and howl,
vanquished by nerf and sword.

Purdue, Purdue, what are you?
cradle of quarterbacks?

And astronauts, plus new robots,
you don’t cater to the quacks.

But for the brains, it pours, it rains,
Nobel prizes you acquire.

You bring them in, gold medals pin,
to greatness, you aspire.

Purdue, Purdue, what are you?
Shiny gold and black.

Our greatest years, we’ll remember with tears,
we’d never give them back.

Never done, but always fun,
You give us our degree.

Costs work and sweat, it’s a sure bet,
the best things in life aren’t free.