‘Twas the night before C’ville, and I still hadn’t packed.

I knew the necessities, but most of it I lacked.

Seersucker for Foxfield was certainly needed.

Even those bright pants, despite being pleated.

I called up some girls and all their bags were a mess,

I with no pants and the ladies with no dress.

We weren’t quite prepared, but it’s all the same.

There’s nothing about C’ville that will ever be lame.

To the Red Roof I arrived, my friends to their hotels.

Unpacked my bags, and readied myself.

I knew it’d really be a weekend for the books,

But I was not prepared for the spectacular looks.

The colonnades majestically shimmering at dawn.

The dew on the grass of the freshly cut Lawn.

It certainly looks impeccable this time of year.

(Of course that’s because Graduation is, oh so near.)

The Corner I’ve missed, but now the names are all strange.

What happened to Buddhist? Is this even the Range?

Of course it’s the Range, you clambering fool,

Get back to the Corner and let’s play some pool.

We’ll go to O’Neils for some billiards and beer.

What? Where’d O’Neils go? It was certainly right here!

Trinity? What’s that? A super classy, new Irish pub?

Keep telling yourselves that, we’ll just grab some grub.

Now Jaberwoke’s is a good choice for tonight.

I remember they used to have tater tots full of delight.

Wait, what’s that, that place’s gone too?

I hope the name is better than the number after two.

Fine, you know what, there’s only one place left.

We can’t get it wrong, because it’s the best.

To Orbit’s we go, to drink tonight dry!

If it’s not there, then I might have to cry.

‘Twas now the morning before Foxfield, and things were amiss.

I had a headache like no other, yet I felt pure bliss.

For I’d come back to Grounds, after just a few years.

The changes I saw gave me only happy tears.

This weekend we return for a magical time.

Horses galore and even this rhyme.

But lest us remember from where we came,

When we were in C’ville and things were the same.

Towns, like animals, must adapt to survive,

Things may change, but the White Spot still has good fries.

Try not to forget as we return once again,

Things that were while we might not remain.

That will not stop us from having a ball.

We did come from UVA, after all.

So check out these new places, and never forget,

The University is home and it’s not over yet.

The majestic colonnades and the dew on the Lawn,

Will forever remain as new places spawn.

C’ville will be C’ville, and in our heart until the end.

So raise up that glass, “To UVA, our Home, and dearest of Friends.”

Happy Foxfield, everyone! Feel free to share this around.



Jay