A visit from Saint Hoc

T'was the night before Sig-mas,
When all through the taus
Not a brother was stirring, not even a Z1
The paper was hung by the pledges with care,
In hopes that DG would soon be there
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Now Denglish, now Drandall, now Matty and Zayes!
On Carter, on Conner, on Dunstan and Bo!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the walls!
Now drink away! Drink away! Drink away all!