You lift me up on darkest nights,
Giving me strength to take to flight.
You carry me through the brightest day,
Providing the energy to find my way.

You warm the cockles of my muscled heart,
I fear my future if we were ever torn apart.
I am hear to shout my love not for trivial things,
But to proclaim for posterity, my devotion to CHICKEN WINGS.

Though of much grease and fat they may consist,
It is upon them which I most desire to subsist.
If ever I were to lose those wings that are fried,
I know that my soul would most assuredly die.

Most might think my passion to be coaching,
But this is a subject I have long feared broaching.
You can take the band and the Golden Dome,
As long those wings are waiting for me at home.

You can have those restaurants with a fine soufflé,
I prefer a chicken shack with an all you can eat buffet.
Buffalo, teriyaki, bar-b-que, or even cooked by Tom Tupa,
Any type will do, as long as they live forever in my FUPA.

Dynasties rise and fall and football players come and go,
But there is something on this earth that I will always love just so.
I may be kicked out of BW-3’s for hooering all of their Asian Zing,
But nothing can quench my desire for just one more CHICKEN WING.
- Charlie Weis
Head Football Coach, Notre Dam
2009

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