In the realm of Bulldogs, where courage stands tall,
A tale unfolds of a recruit's hesitant call.
Dylan Raiola, with nerves made of glass,
Chose Nebraska's shadows, let the weak amass.
Georgia fans, with a passive disdain,
Scoffed at the notion, with a subtle refrain. Dylan, they murmured, too timid to strive, Nebraska's embrace, a soft place to survive.
A quarterback's realm, where battles are fierce, But Dylan, it seemed, preferred averse. Nebraska's allure, a lukewarm embrace,
Georgia's fervor, he chose to efface.
In Athens, where competition breeds might, Dylan's decision, a fleeting, feeble sight.
The Dawgs, undeterred, in their red and black, Too busy conquering, no time to backtrack.
Nebraska's football, a mere afterthought,
In the Bulldog kingdom, their prowess is sought. A passive chuckle, a sly, knowing grin,
As Dylan seeks refuge in Nebraska's dim din.
For the Cornhuskers falter, a team in decay, Georgia fans whisper, "He'll regret this one day." In the hallowed grounds where victories are sung, Dylan's choice, a note in the unsung.
So let Nebraska boast in their struggles and strife,
Georgia fans care not for a timid recruit's life.
In the heart of the South, where grit does prevail, Dylan's decision, a faint, feeble tale
A tale unfolds of a recruit's hesitant call.
Dylan Raiola, with nerves made of glass,
Chose Nebraska's shadows, let the weak amass.
Georgia fans, with a passive disdain,
Scoffed at the notion, with a subtle refrain. Dylan, they murmured, too timid to strive, Nebraska's embrace, a soft place to survive.
A quarterback's realm, where battles are fierce, But Dylan, it seemed, preferred averse. Nebraska's allure, a lukewarm embrace,
Georgia's fervor, he chose to efface.
In Athens, where competition breeds might, Dylan's decision, a fleeting, feeble sight.
The Dawgs, undeterred, in their red and black, Too busy conquering, no time to backtrack.
Nebraska's football, a mere afterthought,
In the Bulldog kingdom, their prowess is sought. A passive chuckle, a sly, knowing grin,
As Dylan seeks refuge in Nebraska's dim din.
For the Cornhuskers falter, a team in decay, Georgia fans whisper, "He'll regret this one day." In the hallowed grounds where victories are sung, Dylan's choice, a note in the unsung.
So let Nebraska boast in their struggles and strife,
Georgia fans care not for a timid recruit's life.
In the heart of the South, where grit does prevail, Dylan's decision, a faint, feeble tale
