A proud Longhorn stood in a Palo Duro meadow,
feeling very self-possessed, a very fine fellow.
Having climbed high, he bellowed out that old time, un-P.C. tune,
that U.T. grads oft whistle morning, night, and afternoon
as if to declare it matters not what song you sing
if you sing the tune in style and don’t forget the bling.
For you’re sure to offend folks whatever you say,
So above all sing loud and proud and have a nice day.