[honeychile]

'Twas the Night Before Denver

'Twas the night before Denver, when all through the town,
Steeler fans were ready for the Broncos to go down;

The flags and banners were all hung with care,
In hopes of Detroit, with the Steelers there;

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;

With Cowher in charge, I had a night cap,
And settled down for one more night's nap;

When up at Mile High there arose such a clatter,
Bronco fans wondered just what was the matter;

For at the stadium there was a great flash,
Someone had entered with no ticket, no cash;

The moon on the breast of the mountains of snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to the man standing below;

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Who this man was, it became quite clear;

The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,
But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;

He held the team roster, the plan of attack,
Big Ben to Hines Ward or the Bus in the back;

He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,
If they can't sack Jake the Snake then nobody will;

Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,
I'm telling you Broncos, you better beware;

His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,
He'll catch Jake's passes with the greatest of ease;

Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,
He wore black and gold from his head to his toe;

A terrible towel he held oh so tight,
As he looked to the heavens on that cold Denver night;


Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,
Lord, get us to Detroit and my one for the thumb!!!