It was Judgment day in Aggieland,
And tensions filled the air.
All knew there was a trip at hand,
But not a soul knew where.

Assembled on the drill field
Was the world-renowned Twelfth Man,
The entire Aggie team,
And the fightin' Aggie Band.

Out in front, with royal guard,
The reviewing party stood.
St. Peter and his angel staff
Were choosing bad from good.

First, he surveyed the Aggie Team
And in terms of an Angel swore:
"By Jove, I do believe
I've seen this gallant group before."

"I've seen'em play since way back when
And they've always had the grit.
I've seen'em lose and I've seen'em win,
But I've never seen'em quit."

"No need for us, the jury, here
Deciding upon their fate.
'Tis plain as the halo on my head
That they've opened Heaven's gate."

Now, when the Twelfth Man heard this,
They let out a mighty yell.
That echoed clear to Heaven,
And shook the gates of Hell.

"What group is this upon my side?"
St. Peter asked his aide.
Who swelled as if to burst with pride
When we are judgment made.

"Why, sir, that's the Cadet Corps,
Who's known both far and wide,
For backing up the Aggie Team
Whether they've won or lost or tied."

"Well then," said St. Peter
"It's plain as it can be,
That within the realms of Heaven,
They should spend Eternity."

Now, then, the Aggie Band,
At once commenced to play,
For their fate seeming must decide
Upon this crucial day.

And a drum major so hearing,
slowly raised his hand.
Said "Boys, let's play the Spirit
For the last time in Aggieland."

And the men poured forth the echo
Known so far and clear,
And 40,000 Aggie voices
Sang the song they hold so dear.

And when the band had finished playing,
St. Peter wiped his eyes.
And said "It's not hard to see
That they were meant for Paradise."

Then the colonel of the Cadets spoke
As he stiffly took his stand.
" It's just another Corps trip boys,
We'll march in behind the Band."

-P.H. DuVal Jr. Class of 51

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