Twas the night before Denver, when all through the town, Steeler fans

were ready for the Broncos to go down;

The flags and banners were all hung with care,

In hopes of Detroit, with the Steelers there;

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Super Bowl danced in their heads;

With Cowher in charge, I had a night cap,

And settled down for one more night's nap;

When up at Mile High there arose such a clatter,

Bronco fans wondered just what was the matter;

For at the stadium there was a great flash,

Someone had entered with no ticket, no cash;

The moon on the breast of the mountains of snow,

Gave the luster of mid-day to the man standing below;

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,

Who this man was, it became quite clear;

The smoke from his cigar made the air gloomy,

But they knew in a moment that it was Art Rooney;

He held the team roster, the plan of attack,

Big Ben to Hines Ward or the Bus in the back;

He saw in the defense a curtain of steel,

If they can't sack Jake the Snake then nobody will;

Troy will cover the field, he'll be everywhere,

I'm telling you Broncos, you better beware;

His long locks of hair will flow in the breeze,

He'll catch Jake's passes with the greatest of ease;

Mr. Rooney walked the sideline; he paced to and fro,

He wore black and gold from his head to his toe;

A terrible towel he held oh so tight,

As he looked to the heavens on that cold Denver night;

Then the words that he spoke left all feeling quite numb,

Lord get us to Detroit and my one for the thumb!!!