Sep. 17, 2016

A Founder's Salute

The Founder’s Salute They Indeed Have a Glorious Horn to Toot

The Founder’s salute
They indeed have a glorious horn to toot
You see the developed strong roots
Their ultimate goal was incredible black fruits
You see these 12 men had hard stepping boots
They settled all disputes
Each of them wore some fine suits
They built Iota up from the grassroots
They defined 5 golden attributes
For which there was no substitute
From Johnny to Lonnie
The Charles’s Briscoe, Gregory, and Brown
Albert,Lou, and Elias were always around
Mike and Barron made up this fine crew
These brothers were fixing to make up a grand brew
You see they all knew how to fix a fine stew
They each were committed to seeing this thing through
Not one of them wanted to bid an adieu
Also, none of them wanted to wear any blue
Or be a damn Que and Alpha was not on the menu
So onto the steps of Hurt did they meet
This meeting was for more than just a damn greet
These brothers were determined to move their damn feet
The wanted an organization that allowed more than just the elite
If I was there I’d grab that gold and brown chair
These brothers wanted no one who put on an air
They were about to give injustice a mean Iota Phi Theta stare
With the fight for equality already loaded for bear
They wanted more than to fix a fool’s glare
They also wanted more than just enough money to spare
You see these 12 brothers told dream thieves don’t you even dare
They also showed everyone that they should indeed care
Justice and truth were for every black man and woman to share
Anyone who defied them had to enter that dreaded centaur’s lair
Ow Ow I shout loudly Ow Ow and Ole
The founder’s salute didn’t Webby play the flute
The love for each other no man could dilute
The women around them oh my, oh my, how they were so cute
None of them sisters could be confused for some brute
Man, those sisters were so fine, make a brother jump with no chute
Hey guess what, that’s a hoot Iota's just given inequality the boot
Distrust and dishonor are forever now mute
They these men partied, they partied hearty
Yet we these 12 men stood yes they stood all 12 stood and they stood
So boldly for glory and that my brothers is the Iota frat story.