Here's my latest composition....1 finger for #3
Oh Harrison your career was much to short,
Your Husker mission you did quickly abort.
A 5-star recruit you were supposed to be,
But a little crybaby is all that we see.
You first looked the part and played the role,
"A national championship is my only goal."
You said you'd be our best recruiting tool,
And you made all the fans eager and drool.
But then came the call from old Billy C.,
And a guy named Zac Taylor, his backup you'd be.
A whole season you stood along coaches side,
Just an onlooker along for the ride.
Then with one hit, you got your big break,
and in you ran to save us from K-State.
So what did you do...nearly lost it all,
Straight to the defender did you pass the ball.
Husker fans thank god for that lucky late hit,
It was right then and there we knew you weren't S--T.
And as luck had it, we were saved on the ground,
You should have offered your tailbacks a quick reacharound.
A full offseason you sat, pouted and moped,
The rumors were you got tanked and smoked dope.
Spring drills came and went, now it's preseason ball.
And on the depth chart you started to fall.
You missed your first practice and left the state,
For a good explanation Husker Nation did wait.
A second practice you missed, and all were perplexed,
Until you sent mommy a note through your phone using text.
"I don't like it Mommy" You said "It's Unfair",
"I want to throw the ball through the air".
"Come home to mommy, my baby I'll coddle",
And you drove straight home with the gas at full throttle.
Well the time has come, and you're packing your bags,
Give back your jersey, shoes, helmet and rags.
Get off of our campus you conceited little boy,
And have no worries, we have nothing but joy.
So now it is time to bid our final farewell,
You should probably just go hide in your shell.
A much better team the Huskers will be,
We salute with one finger our beloved #3.