[Introduction , cello swll in minor key.] [Verse 1] Rain or shine, we claim the day, With muddy boots and mythic sway. The clouds may weep, the sun may blind, But we march with legacy in mind. [Chorus] 🎃By Gourd and Glory, we rise and roam, Through paddled streets, and powdered loam. Pumpkin Punishment, sovereign might, they never expect to fall by jack-o'-lanterns light. [Verse 2] The scroll smith chants, the spearman roars, The gourd takes flight, defying wars. One hefty throw, one mythic blow, The enemy falls in pumpkin woe. [Bridge] Our tactics bloom in scented spite, With soaps and squash we win the fight. No blade, no spell, no steel in sight— Just legacy lit by autumn’s rite. [Final Chorus] 🎃 By Gourd and Glory, we stand and sing, Through every season, we feel the sting. Let scrolls be sealed, let soaps ignite, We lather, we linger, we dunk with might.
