My favorite cup is getting worn,
The emblem is all scratched
But, it still shows school pride.
I guess I am attached.
I know that it's anathema
To purists far and wide,
But sometimes I wash out the stains
That coat the white inside
And when I do the washing
That my cup must then endure
It slowly chips away the paint
That makes it Aggie pure.
Someday I'll replace it with
Another special cup
I'll take a trip to Aggieland
Where I can pick one up!
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