A PfoHo Ode

Pfight, Pfoho, Pfight!

Once we were men of peace, but on this day

We arm for war, and hope, without delay,

To free our much beloved House from those

Who have, in these dark days, inflicted woes

Upon us such as make our red blood boil

And take us all away from daily toil.

The vile, pernicious, wicked Adams House,

Its residents forever ready to espouse

All causes evil, villainous, unjust.

They've wronged us yet again; this time we must

Take up the standards of our glorious House,

And take them into battle; they've aroused

The sleeping giant of Pfoho on this day.

And now the time has come for them to pay

A heavy price for all their hideous crimes.

We will inflict on them a thousand times

The injuries that they are guilty of.

The blows of vengeance raining from above

Upon their heads; our righteous wrath shall see

Them robbed of all their pride and dignity.

They are without merit and deserve

No pity. We'll rise up and proudly serve

Our glorious Pfoho, and we shall not rest

Until we've vanquished those whom we detest.

And so, to arms! And let out war cry be:

"Pforever Pfoho! Pfreedom! Victory!"