Strange Victory, Strange Defeat

“In other words, don’t flinch, don’t foul, and hit the line hard.” Squirrels imported from Connecticut Just in time for fall How much fun is a lot more fun? Not much fun at all What’s with all the handsome grandsons In these rock band magazines? What have they done with the fat ones? The bald and the goateed? Strange victory Strange victory Strange victory Strange defeat Tale is told of a band of squirrels Who lived in defiance of defeat They woke up in a nightmare world Of craven mediocrity They said, “We’re coming out of the black patch We’re coming out of the pocket We’re calling into question Such virtue gone to seed” Strange victory Strange victory Strange victory Strange defeat Strange victory Strange victory Strange victory Strange defeat