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Twas the night before peds,

and all through the ridge,

not a person was moving,

not even the fridge

The clothes were all hung

by the dryer with care

In hopes to get dry,

most likely by air

The rooms were all small,

the closets so tight,

shared bathrooms alone,

caused quite the fight

OT girls were nestled,

all in their beds,

with hope of the morning,

not far from their heads

When out in the lot,

there rose such a noise,

but who could it be?

ghetto gangster boys!

The doors were all locked,

the windows shut tight,

but no where to go,

they were scared in the night!

Call Kelsey, call Megan,

Call Shendy and Kara,

Call Amy, Call Jo-Bear

Call Erin, call Sara

Call someone who's close,

or ugly or hot

just call the cops

'fore someone gets shot

Watch out for those floors,

they're so strong and sturdy,

and look at our neighbors,

so classy and purdy

It's only a year

Can we make it? You ask

by the grace of God and

the power of my flask.