Sitting at the top of the world,
Lady Wisconsin at my side,
Dome beneath my feet
Pulling pictures from the pride:
Monona to my left,
And Mendota to my right,
The ants that go a-marchin
Down State past Orpheum lights.
The isthmus concentrates this greatness
To cast reflections in the sky
Of the near mile that sits below
Filled with busy badgers passing by.