I recieved this by email today.
'Twas the night before Saban, and all through the South
Auburn fans were talking and running their mouths,
Their campus was in top shape and handled with care,
In the hopes that top recruits would soon be there,
The Tigers were all snoozing comfortably in their beds,
While visions of blue chippers danced in their heads,
My wife and I were frustrated since the Tide was in a real fix,
And were hoping they could somehow avoid loss number six,
When out of South Florida there arose such a clatter,
I jumped on the Internet to see what was the matter,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a disciplined coach wearing crimson and white gear,
With a 91-42 record and national championship to kick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick,
He didn't speak a word, he just went straight to work,
But later I heard him mumble "Tuberville is a jerk"
Further into the evening, as Saban toured Bryant Hall,
I thought to myself how Auburn seemed so small,
So I put my houndstooth back on and smiled with pride,
A great era is upon us, one full of "ROLL TIDE".