The kids at McDaniel liked power a lot
But this week, electricity’s not what they’ve got
The campus lost power and heat (and it’s freezin’)
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be, perhaps, a transformer got busted.
It could be the gosh darned old power lines rusted.
But I think the most likely reason of all
May be that Our Lord is just smiting us all.
But whatever the reason, the lines or the god
There still isn’t power–the blackout rolls on.
Perched up on the hill where a frigid wind blows
The students were shrieking, “How can we charge our phones?!”
Classes were cancelled, professors chagrined
Because cancellation announcements were not sent to them.
And out in the quad the electricians keep working
But are about as productive as Miley Cryus twerking.
Despite Glar’s best efforts, the kids are quite hungry
And “hashtag McBlackout” is no longer funny.
“E Tenebris in Lucem Voco”?
The irony here is just getting loco.
But in spite of it all, upperclassmen with power
Have opened their homes to the freshmen in Rouzer.
“You can charge your phones here.” They say with a wink.
“Don’t go without Candy Crush, cuz, man, that would stink.”
OSE played us movies and Glar made us burgers
Even at the expense of our Sodexo workers.
Librarians in the Rec Lounge, set up on pool tables,
Will still help us out however they’re able
And Campo, dear Campo, though tired and weary,
Still come to our aid, whatever the query.
And though you could say we aren’t really “killing it”
We keep pressing on, because Terror’s resilient.
Even though in the darkness we aren’t allowed candles,
You will still see us tweeting #IAmMcDaniel.
