The Fourth of November in the early morn
From our warm little beds we will be torn
We’ll gather predawn on the library steps
Beginning to stretch our quadriceps
We’ll arrive at
It’ll still be early and we’ll hear runners’ cusses.
The lines for the potty will be long we all know
So we have an idea – we know what it’s like when you got to go
We’ll place our old Mylars on the ground and we’ll pee
We are Merms after all “why use a tree?”
We’ll line up by colors – orange, green, and blue
And doff our old duds and ask ourselves “Is this really true?”
The gun will go off and through
The crowds will be awesome – “Go Merms!” They’ll all say
Then at the
The crowd will be roaring as we head up First
By then we’ll find sponges to help quench the thirst.
Then back into
The number of blocks? Let’s not bother to count.
But we’ll soon see … there’s over a mile still!
The crowd is all with us screaming with delight
That last little hill by the Tavern we know
Pretty soon, they say, we’ll be aglow!
After 26.2 miles, smile we must
Because a crappy photo now would be oh so unjust!
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