An Ode to The Cheerleaders
Due to Misery-Leaders unpopularity
And Barstow’s wish to belong,
Cheerleaders swarm about sports games
And sing this mighty song.
Chorus (4x)
Though we’re crinkleroot-spectacled bums
with no definite objective,
We spread the joy and cheer around
And are nothing short of effective.
Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
We love this ditty of joy,
We sing and we swim through the crests of the dark
And lives we try and destroy.
(chorus, over).
With “really cute, classically Barstow” uniforms,
As said by Miss Emily Smith,
The cheerleaders conquer our sadness
And the memories settled therewith.
As we start our season with a flourish of puffs,
Or as some would say, “pom-poms”,
We prance through the world with our overlarge bows
And give smiles to dads and moms.
Chorus (4x)
Though we’re crinkleroot-spectacled bums
with no definite objective,
We spread the joy and cheer around
And are nothing short of effective.
Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
We love this ditty of joy,
We sing and we swim through the crests of the dark
And lives we try and destroy.
(chorus, over).
Per Lucy McEachen we “dance on the sidelines”,
And brighten the horrid and gloom,
And remove the sense from all of our watchers,
The imminent feeling of doom.
We cheerleaders, lovely and fair, are we,
Are absent of grouches and sneerits,
For who are we really, you know,
Do you know? A spirited bunch of a spirits!
As our season begins, do make sure,
Please, my dear, to come see us a leap through the air,
For happiness comes at a price, do you know,
For us it is naught but our hair.
When removing our bows “Lots of hair gets pulled out”,
Said Freshman, The Avalee Flores,
So do recompense our gloomy alosses
The benefit, being, my dear, yours!
Cheerleading profounditities our lives, our lives,
It gives us no reason to dread,
And it even awards as a “sports credit”,
As cheerleader Ali Wood said.
Conclude, to conclude, support our cheerleaders,
And give them all of your all,
Go watch us, go watch them, go on, please, go watch them,
As we must not let society fall.
Chorus (4x)
Though we’re crinkleroot-spectacled bums
with no definite objective,
We spread the joy and cheer around
And are nothing short of effective.
Ahoy! Ahoy! Ahoy!
We love this ditty of joy,
We sing and we swim through the crests of the dark
And lives we try and destroy.
