Twas the night before signing day, when all through the S.C,
Many fans were up wondering and glowing with glee.
The players had the letters, delivered with care
In hopes that Marcus Lattimore, soon would be there.
The players were sleeping, all warm in their beds,
While SEC championships danced in their heads.
Content with their choice, a school in the SEC East,
Where players could come and shape it into a beast.
When out on the field of Williams Brice arose such a clatter,
Spurrier ran to his window to see what was the matter.
As he said 'Aww Shucks, Man, What could this be?"
Irritated to be pulled away from UCONN video on T.V.
The lights on the field showed our freshly cut grass,
Spurrier could not believe what was coming to pass.
What did his wondering eyes should appear?
Six Tennessee hostesses, with a pitcher of beer.
With a young man ahead, with eyes looking smitten
Spurrier knew all along that it must be Lane Kiffin.
More irritated then ever, his words out they came,
And he cursed him and screamed, and listed our recruits by name.
How did you get Marcus Lattimore, J.R. Furguson, and Sharrif Floyd?
How did you wrangle Justin Parker, Eric Mack, and A.J. Cann?
Kelsey Quarles? John Fulton? How in the world can this be?
All these players are wanted out here at Tennessee!
Well, Old Spurrier laughed and he said with a grin,
Young Kiffin, your pain is about to begin.
For when these players combine with our own,
The Gamecock's true powers will begin to be shown.
All of Tennessee will quake with fear,
That a new SEC East Beast is soon to be near,
The same rings true for the Dawgs and the Gators,
They will soon be beat by a team that is greater.
So Spurrier shut off the lights, and went back to his tape.
He would finish this fight on a later date.
As he looks at his incoming freshmen, he was inclined to say,
It feels great to be a Gamecock ... tomorrow, and today!