Twas the night before... Christmas?
Twas the day before Nationals, and through the club window,
Every creature was stirring, except for Jirou.
Their stockings were strewn all over the floor
With Gakuto's boxers; he was being a whore.
They tied up their shoes and gathered their rackets
Adjusted their glasses and zipped up their jackets
With cocky grins to the packed courts they strode,
Atobe leading the pack and clearly he crowed;
"Now Dasher, now Smasher, now Flippy and Tensai,
On Copy, on Sleepy, on Pretty and Tough Guy!
To the top of the courts, eye on that green ball!
Now smash away! Smash away! Smash away all!"
He stood on the court, to the stands held a hand,
And with a toss of his jacket that was ever so grand,
He snapped his fingers and took the silence to say;
"We are the winners, Katsu no wa Hyoutei!"
