The Ballad of The White Out

Listen up children to the ghosts of the past
To tell you a story of tradition that lasts
In the next few stanzas in the history I’ll share
The tale of the White Out that fills autumn’s air

This blizzard first burst forth in the fall of ‘04
But it was a year later when the world first heard our roar
That season the Lions of two thousand and five
Led an avalanche that buried the Buckeyes alive

From Sunday to Saturday our students camped out
Of their commitment to winning there could be no doubt
From the peak of Mount Nittany one could sense a revival
And a Valley electric for kickoff’s arrival

The stadium met our foe with a roar
A sound so mighty it was heard shore to shore
That night our students showed one and all
That they could be part of our opponent’s downfall

The coaches were ready, the players prepared
That the world doubted us, no one despaired
In every phase of the game our Nittany eleven
Served hell to our foes and to our fans they gave heaven

The offense played with speed and with power
And played with fire for the ballgame’s full hour
We protected the football and scored just enough
To secure the game’ s victory being rugged and tough

The lion defense blitzed and disrupted
Until a final sack and fumble erupted
The win was secure and the Lions had won
The Buckeyes left Happy Valley ever so glum

And so the white out endures across years
And every student must hold it so dear
And uphold the legacy across the ages
Of a roar to destroy all decibel gauges

So if you are among the Penn State Faithful
Each autumn think back and be sure to be grateful
That we’re part of the greatest show in all sports
That leaves teams bewildered and all out of sorts

So this Saturday night when our foe has the ball
Scream for the defense, scream one and all
Make it so loud they can’t hear themselves think
Our avalanche of noise breaks their team’s links

Bring your emotion, and offer your passion
Be sure to wear white because it is our fashion
Your heart and your soul are your sword and your shield
And let our foes know that we will not yield

The ghosts of the past will look down full of pride
The foundations they set will forever abide
So Make the earth shake with the force you will render
Hurl storms from the sky, make our enemy surrender

Do this on Saturday and all will be right
That when the final gun sounds deep in the night
All of us will proclaim though the time may be late
“Victory is ours because We are Penn State”