William Frolich
Oh muse, sing to us of the praises of Good Sir Frolich,
Whose squatting prowess hath yielded him a firm behind
And whose swift deep cuts make him a hucker’s first pick-
He’s a man of emotion, quite tender and kind.
A track-star by trade, finally let out into pasture
He plays with the plastic for Northwestern’s O-Line,
An athlete no doubt- next to you he’ll be faster
He burns from New York straight up the Purple Line.
Look past the man who breathes heavily for NUT
Look to the arsonist, Prometheus for our team
A junior who rises to light a fires ‘neath butts
Follow his belief to make reality from dreams:
He stole from an enemy so we’d say yes to Buffalo Chix
This age of NUT rises with number Three Six.
- Penned by: Lincoln Oliver-O’Neil