Appologies to Joyce Kilmer's.   "TREES"
    I think that I shall never see
    A forward as tall as a tree.
    A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
    Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
    A tree that looks at God('s Gift) all day,
    And lifts his strong arms to pray (for the ball);
    A tree that may in summer wear
    A Redmen jersey and have some hair; (Needed a rhyme)
    Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
    Who intimidates and helps us reign.
    Poems are made by fools like me,
    But only Lavin can recruit a tree.