This is a place for team members to post their thoughts and document the team's efforts. But reader beware: some team members have a rather odd sense of humor, so everything should be taken with a grain of salt.
The following was composed by the esteemed Alexander J. Bratchie, mediocre composer.
Hammers ring, are you listening,
Everywhere, snow is glistening
A frightful sight,
We're behind tonight.
Building in a frozen warehouse-land.
Gone away is the Kicker A,
Here to stay is a new play
It lacks variable speed,
But it is what we need,
Building in a frozen warehouse-land.
In a meadow you can't build a robot,
But you can pretend that you have
Programmers say: Have you finished?
Builders say: No man,
'Cause you can't do the job
When you're not in town.
Later on, we'll conspire,
As we are filled with ire
'Cause we're behind
No matter how we pine,
Building in a frozen warehouse-land.
In the workshop we can build a robot,
And pretend that it's a great kicker
We'll have lots of fun with our creation,
Until all of the kids get sicker.
When it snows, it isn't thrilling,
Especially when your nose gets a chilling
We'll build and test, like FRC's best,
Building in a frozen warehouse-land.
~ Posted by Alex B. on Saturday, February 13th, 2010 @ 6:40 pm
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