‘Twas the night before Bid Day, when all through the house
not a sorority girl was stirring, not even a mouse.
The letters were hung by the front door with care,
In hopes that new members soon would be there.
The rushee’s were nestled all snug in their bunk beds,
While visions of bid day cards danced in their heads.
And the house mom in her ‘robe,’ and sleeping cap
Had just settled their nerves for the bid day sorority lap
When near the field by the rock arose a clatter,
I sprang from my dormer to see what was the matter.
Away to the rock I flew like a flash,
Saw potentials tear open their bid cards, and run with their sash
They sprang into the cars, the chatter and whistles
And away they all flew to the special houses
But I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
“Happy Bid Day to all, and to all a goodnight!”