Then two-nine-nine and fifty came
There was only fifty more
And the jocks were getting nervous
And the crowd commenced to roar.
The sky was getting bluer, too,
As the sun riz up toward noon
And the thought of Thirty Kay hung high
Like a huge and bright balloon.
And everyone had thoughts and dreams,
But mostly would not say
What they saw occur in those fervent dreams
Of the MOAB's Thirty Kay.