Crumpled paper wrapped in tape,
Tight enough to hold its shape.
To some it looks like just a ball,
But at The Rose we respect this small,
Multi-colored lightweight wad,
To set new records, cheer, applaud.
Ready, waiting, palms stretched out,
With every hit we start to count:
One, two, three, four,
If the ball should hit the floor,
Five, six, seven, eight,
It’s back to nill, no time to wait.
Lunging, reaching for new heights,
The perfect hit, the ball takes flight.
Bouncing ‘round from hand to hand,
In a circle, there we stand.
Chanting, cheering, ‘What a save!’,
That’s the excitement we all crave.
Drama, passion, focus, fun,
We play this game to become one.
One cast and crew, one team, one mind,
No closer group around you’ll find.
To some it looks like just a ball,
But at the Rose we respect this small,
Mutli-colored lightweight wad,
To warm us up, to unite the squad.