'Twas the night before finals and all through the Rock,
not an item was clean, not even a sock.
The students were studying in the library all night,
in hopes that their finals would all be alright.
The students were thinking of sleeping in their beds,
while visions of A's danced in their heads.
The Chancellor in their robe, and I in my cap,
let's make it to graduation, so we can take a nap.
When walking through the quad, you give the rock a rub,
you head to Boozel with friends, for some late night grub.
Away to Mckay I flew like a flash,
do you think my professor will pass me if I pay her in cash?
That's it, that's a wrap; Friday is here,
we passed, we succeeded; the students all cheer.
It's done; it's the end; it's time for Christmas,
goodbye to Cheryl Norton, you will surely be missed.
