In Ohio's fields where whispers drift, Where sigma shadows boldly lift, Amidst the skibidi dance of night, An alpha stands in moon's soft light. Through muscled jaw, the mewling song, Echoes where rizz is swiftly strong, And gyat’s allure holds passions vast, In nature’s call, we touch the grass. Here, in the dance of earth and sky, Dreams weave where human hopes can fly.