Twas the night before Harbowl, purple lights filled the street

A city's hopes rest on Flacco, whom we should now deem elite.

The jerseys were hung up in each locker room

Soon one team would claim victory, the other: pure doom.

The players were rested, the week before having off.

Because of nation-wide sickness, they'd guard against cough.

Our new OC Caldwell was now at the helm

Of an explosive offense — for fans a new realm.

As night melted to dawn, the big day was here

In hours the Superdome would get real "Hot in here."

Because it was Ray-Ray's last ride, and you don't want to mess

With the best linebacker ever, 52 on his chest.

For most of the season, the O-line was patchwork

A turn-style of positions, except for Yanda and Birk.

But now? I don't think we could ask for much more.

McKinnie's been solid, and hey, so has Oher!

When out on the field there arose such a clatter

The Ravens on offense or defense, it just didn't matter.

Away to the end zone Rice ran swift and fierce.

We've got lightning with him, and a bulldog in Pearce.