"The Last Corps Trip"

It was Judgment Day in Aggieland 
And tenseness 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 fighting Aggie team 
And the famous Aggie Band. 

And 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 them 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 to tarry here 
Deciding upon their fates; 
Tis plain as the halo on my head 
That they've opened Heaven's gates." 

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

"And what group is this upon the side," 
St. Peter asked his aide, 
"That swelled as if to burst with pride 
When we our judgment made?" 

"Why, sir, that's the Cadet Corps 
That's known both far and wide 
For backing up their fighting team 
Whether they won lost or tied." 

"Well, then," said St. Peter, 
"It's very plain to me 
That within the realms of Heaven 
They should spend eternity. 

And have the Texas Aggie Band 
At once commence to play 
For their fates too we must decide 
Upon this crucial day." 

And the drum major so hearing 
Slowly raised his hand 
And said, "Boys, let's play The Spirit 
For the last time in Aggieland." 

And the band poured forth the anthem, 
In notes both bright and clear 
And ten thousand Aggie voices 
Sang the song they hold so dear. 

And when the band had finished, 
St. Peter wiped his eyes 
And said, "It's not so hard to see 
They're meant for Paradise." 

And the colonel of the Cadet Corps said 
As he stiffly took his stand, 
"It's just another Corps Trip, boys, 
We'll march in behind the band." 
 

This is one of the most famous poems about the Aggie Corps. It is read at Bonfire, and Muster each year, as well as any time we have trouble putting that Aggie Spirit within us into words.