We came from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun, where our hot beds stow
BURPEES were The hammer of the gods
We dropped and moved the earth with our hands
To fight the cold, we ran and yelled
Valhalla, we are a coming!
From the shelter we sortied onto the Tundra Ice
Around the park we soared
From station to station moving faster than the wind to our bones
We whispered tales of dips and power ups.
Victory through BURPEES our only warmth
Hungry we yelled for more
All we heard were Gabrille’s snore
Lunge, Burpee, Run, Burpee, Lunge
Back to the shelter in search of our ROOTS
We circled for Mary
Of how we calmed the tides of war
We are your overlords
Takin it to 11! Because that’s one more than 10.