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The Ballad of Bob the Bucky Wrangler

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I had an interesting work assignment this week. Let me sing about it.

Michael J. Pollard Photo by Terry O’Neill/Iconic Images/Getty Images

In a town known as Madison, Wisconsin
Wrote a man with a laptop in his hands
And his busy life at work
Made him (a little bit) a jerk
In the land, of the Badger fans

Well he started out by going to his office
To his surprise, an email crossed his eyes
“At our next college event, we think you are quite lucky
your job is to wrangle Bucky.”

Bucky never traveled heavy
But he never rides alone
And he jumps in every fountain that he sees
Everyone’s his sweetheart
He’ll hug you and you’ll blush
He never speaks; he’s as silent as the trees

Bucky started over at Memorial Union
Bob the wrangler just couldn’t track him down
And it served his legend well
For the folks they’d love to tell ‘bout when Bucky the Badger came to town.

[The best musical interlude ever]

Wet and cold Bucky was snapping pictures
And Bob said “time is up! Let’s go home.”
But all the fans and their kin
Like the sea, came pourin’ in to watch
The dancin’ of Buckingham U.

Bucky never traveled heavy
But he never rides alone
And he jumps in every fountain that he sees
Everyone’s his sweetheart
But he finally found a home
He returned to Memorial Union with ease

In the elevator of Memorial Union
Rode a boy with a sandwich in his hand
To the Badger, he did give
We know that Buckingham will live
In the land of the Badger fans