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‘Twas the night before Housing Day, and all through the Square,
Blocking groups jog through the crisp Cambridge air.
Not yet hungover, knocking down shots without care,
With hopes that the Housing Gods would hear their prayers.
Supposed to be nestled all snug in their beds,
With thorough midterm notes crammed in their heads,
Freshmen instead donned their sneakers and “H” caps
Running on straight Rubinoff and a disco nap.

All about campus rang such a clatter,
Proctors sprang from their beds to see what’s the matter.
Across Mass. Ave the athletes flew like a flash,
While after a few strides the Hum10 kids crash.
The moon peering behind the Dunster House tower,
Shines down on those running into wee hours.

When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But a HUPD car bringing up the rear,
With a Boston local driving whose name’s probably Rick
The runners hasten their pace right quick.

More rapid than Uber to each house they came,
And whistle and shout and call them by name:
“Now, Adams! Now, Lowell! Leverett and Quincy!
On Dunster! On Mather! Eliot, Winthrop and Kirkland!
To Quincy Grille and to Adams dhall

Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”
Merry Housing Day to all, and to all a good (safe) night!