'Twas the night before Recruitment, when all the through the house
Not a sister was stirring, not even the Recruitment Chair.
The T-shirts were folded by the nametags with care
In hopes that PNMs would soon be there.
The sisters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Littles danced in their heads.
And the Recruitment Chair in her room all snuggled up with her schedule
Had just discovered that she had her hands full.
When out on the deck there arose such a clatter,
The Recruitment Chair sprung from her bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doors, she flew like a flash,
She tore open the door to see the mad dash.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a hundred sisters with their hair all in tatters.
Like a well-equipped beauty team, the sisters set on a mission
To make each and every sister looks like they had been touched by a beautician.
More rapid than eagles the time drew near.
The Recruitment Chair whistled, and shouted, and called out with cheer.
“Smile! Hands clapping! Fingers snapping!
Come on Lucy! Let’s go Suzy!
To the top of the stairs! To the top of the stairs!
Now dash away! Dash away all!”
As the PNMs came all bundled up warm
The sisters they knew what was in store.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the porch.
The talking and laughing of each little PNM
They were dressed covered from their heads to their feet.
With boots all on the porch
A bundle of clothes stuffed in their bags
The PNMs began to chatter.
The doors of the sorority house flew open.
The sisters sang down the stairs
And it was no surprise to the PNMs that the sisters were full of cheer.
The PNMs’ eyes – how they twinkled! Their smiles how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their noses like cherries.
They were bubbly and bright
Silly and light
When they giggled the sisters’ were in spite of themselves!
A clap of the hands and a twist of the PNM’s heads
Soon gave the sisters the cue that it was time for the PNMs to leave.
The sisters talked with the girls on the way out and then went back to the stairs.
Smiling, and clapping
Snapping and giggling.
With a flip of her hair
The sisters knew the recruitment chair was signaling the end of the round.
And giving a nod, up the stairs the sister’s bound.
But you could hear the recruitment chair exclaim as the sister’s flew out of sight,
“Happy Recruitment to all, and to all a good night!”
