Twinkle twinkle little star Gator gals have come so far Amanda, Kelly, they’ve grown a lot Now they’ve surely earned their spot Two games assured but nothing more No guarantees, you know the score No buona fortuna, no wish good luck No certainty, no deal is struck Some Gator voices never cease They seek no closure, no earnest peace Their claims are fair and mostly true But surely smack of deja vu Through it all we’ve heard so clear Our pitching staff might suk next year Our hitting lack we deign opine Too far below Mendoza’s line A hitting coach, no man this time A woman’s touch is so sublime Shortcoming lists just seem so long Did all forget we’ve been so strong? An earnest wish through seasons end Why don’t we start a brand new trend To listen, to post with tranquil grace This Gator quest, their final race. KB, Amanda, and the valiant rest We know for sure, they’ve done their best But if the games lead not to fame Temptations grow, which one to blame? When cheap advice flows fast and free And anger grows so easily This tone I hope you will embrace Just sit onna you hands, and shutta you face! Special thanks to UNCLE NUNZIO for helping with the Italian Colloquialisms.