Athletes compete to bring home the trophy.

We get our work done, and we go to bed

Early, and we try not to get mopey.

Yet no one comes wearing the Tartan Red.

It is the plight of we division three

Athletes. No chants no cheers no pride from peers.

And when we come home, there’s no victory

Cries. Back to our rooms to prepare for beers.

Dreams of getting a single victory.

We congratulate ourselves, or drink sor-

Rows away. And as you begin to grieve.

Realize that most of us will pass the bar.

This is the plight of division three athletes.

No feasible reason why we compete.