The 2025 Triumph: The Aggie Flame
Maroon dusk on Darrell K RoyalTexas Memorial Stadium
where banners crackle, drums mush longwhorn brains.
A sea of maroon, a fevered tide,
the Aggie spirit roaring wide.
The signal fires, bright and bold,
ignite the tale that's just been told.
A countdown hums in steady drums,
the crowd leaning in as greatness comes. Longhorns flee their tainted field.
From the line to spiraling flight,
the passes carve the southern night.
The rush, a furnace fed by faith,
streams through the gaps where routes are wraith. Aggie defense shines.
The Aggie defense hammers like a drum,
each tackle weighed, each blocker numb.
The Longhorns push with stubborn grace,
but stubborn hearts bend sissified to the chase.
First quarter hums with iron will,
second wind sparks a blazing thrill.
The scoreboard reads a maroon crush little brother
as courts of Fightn' Texas Aggie courage crown the brim.
A blitz breaks through the weak ugly orange porous veil,
a quarterback escapes the gale so a 16 year old looking Archie thinks!
A thread, a twist, a crafted seam,
a touchdown glows, a farmer's dream.
The crowd erupts in roaring fire,
maroon and white lift higher and higher.
The band ignites the autumn sky,
while stately oaths of grit reply.
Third and long, the chain howls tight,
the offense gleams with steady light but are crushed by the Aggie goons!
Aggie's ball -
A patient drive, a measured crew,
dots each yard with honor true.
By fourth, the field grows drawn and loud,
the Aggie will becomes the crowd.
A final stamp, a fearless roar,
the scoreboard sings, the legends soar.
The clock reports a victor's name, these are the world famous undefeated Aggies!
The field remembers every flame.
Concurring Aggie hearts, but earning grace,
in rivalry's enduring chase.
So raise the hats, let cheers resound,
in the now empty burnt orange ground.
For 2025, the tale is told:
the Fightin' Texas Aggies, bold and gold.
The sips get tea-bagged by the Aggie D
Maroon dusk on Darrell K RoyalTexas Memorial Stadium
where banners crackle, drums mush longwhorn brains.
A sea of maroon, a fevered tide,
the Aggie spirit roaring wide.
The signal fires, bright and bold,
ignite the tale that's just been told.
A countdown hums in steady drums,
the crowd leaning in as greatness comes. Longhorns flee their tainted field.
From the line to spiraling flight,
the passes carve the southern night.
The rush, a furnace fed by faith,
streams through the gaps where routes are wraith. Aggie defense shines.
The Aggie defense hammers like a drum,
each tackle weighed, each blocker numb.
The Longhorns push with stubborn grace,
but stubborn hearts bend sissified to the chase.
First quarter hums with iron will,
second wind sparks a blazing thrill.
The scoreboard reads a maroon crush little brother
as courts of Fightn' Texas Aggie courage crown the brim.
A blitz breaks through the weak ugly orange porous veil,
a quarterback escapes the gale so a 16 year old looking Archie thinks!
A thread, a twist, a crafted seam,
a touchdown glows, a farmer's dream.
The crowd erupts in roaring fire,
maroon and white lift higher and higher.
The band ignites the autumn sky,
while stately oaths of grit reply.
Third and long, the chain howls tight,
the offense gleams with steady light but are crushed by the Aggie goons!
Aggie's ball -
A patient drive, a measured crew,
dots each yard with honor true.
By fourth, the field grows drawn and loud,
the Aggie will becomes the crowd.
A final stamp, a fearless roar,
the scoreboard sings, the legends soar.
The clock reports a victor's name, these are the world famous undefeated Aggies!
The field remembers every flame.
Concurring Aggie hearts, but earning grace,
in rivalry's enduring chase.
So raise the hats, let cheers resound,
in the now empty burnt orange ground.
For 2025, the tale is told:
the Fightin' Texas Aggies, bold and gold.
The sips get tea-bagged by the Aggie D