It was a day like any other

Like that day I was with your mother

Except the frosh had a plan

And no, they weren’t gonna cram

With chiseled jaws, and mewing cheeks

With fingers raw, and joyful shrieks

The first years mounted their rigid rod

Facing towards Bahen’s knobs

With member erect, and tip ‘a glowing

With grades suspect, and GPA ‘a growing (not showing)

The silly Frosh thought their build was safe

From faculty’s nefarious wake

It was a day like any other

Like that day I was in your mother

Except nobody was near, the steps were clear,

Because faculty canned their stick in the rear