La Famille de DKE - Zeta Zeta LSU

01/18/2010

Poem

Louisiana State University

By: Alec Ream

Where Zeta Zeta Has Lived, and Yet Lives

Between the bayou and the town

Resides a tribe of some renown,

Hardy zeal, and glowing torch:

Red and green (on Friars’ Porch)*

*outdoor colored light bulbs

Fiery Green means Daily Growth.

Sacrificial Red means Both

Ordinary Passing Time,

Plus Selfless Sacrifice Sublime.

At Centenary College Old

Hung the Navy Red and Gold,

Then Friars merged with DKE.

These pioneers did live to see

Initiates persist through life,

Though Fifty?…Sixty?…years-old, rife

With fervent aspirations holding 

Strong toward DKE, and molding

Mind and heart, and word and deed,

(mealtime, many mouths to feed)

Stand for brethren, fast and true,

Bold to seek Red Gold and Blue.

‘Cross the decades, we brave few

Enduring leagues of years, e’er knew

Zeta Zeta demonstrates

That we endure all sorts of fates.

Sometimes we find ourselves the In

Crowd, home with all our favored kin.

If not, then we can brook the edge;

Find ourselves perched on a ledge:

A cliff that lends a charge of fear

And tempts us, Reach for One More Beer.

Yet we can manufacture cheer,

While other clubs may taunt and jeer,

Taunt and jeer, with jealous glance,

Envy that we hail from France,

Grasp at our tenacious stance,

Seek in vain to match our dance

that tempts the ladies, Take A Chance.

“O take a chance with DKE,

(You’ll find a son upon each knee)

Who’ll know, although they’re 2 or 3,

Norman Friars hold a key

This key, they share with Tech-AO,

See Tau Lambda start to glow,

Key of Knowledge, Golden Sun:

‘Free our brethren, make us one.’

Key of Freedom, rare these days,

(Many bound to slavish ways).

‘O Sun, shine full upon our sea

O grace the shores of DKE.

Grace, we pray, our Noble Order,

Fill with warmth, from shore to border,

Rampant Brotherhood of Old,

Fiery rays: Red Blue and Gold.’”

Colors three, and Brethren one,

Loads of laughter, tons of fun,

Scathing wit, with kindly truth:

Zeta Zeta: fount of youth.

Fount of youth, with graying temple,

Qu'est-ce que c'est? The answer’s simple:

Brothers all, and bonded sure,

(Boredom here has found its cure).

Banished Boredom, grasp in vain

Toward Dalrymple, never gain

Vict’ry over Friars’ Porch

Though the freedom-sun may scorch

Kappa Sig, KA, or Pike-y,

Soundest Wisdom, grant us Nike:

Victory amid the fray.

Silver Moon, turn night to day,

Make us wise, whate’er the time –

Noontide, Midnight, rings our Chime –

While we dwell in Lion’s Lair.

'Mike the Tiger, cousin fair,

Know that when you loudly roar,

Lion-Rampant shares the floor.

LSU, you have Twin Cats,'

Zeta Zeta: Think On That.