Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the state
a three-division setup was another year late.
The Board of Directors, with all their great care
had failed once more to grow a good pair.
With oil and influx flexing its might
Watford City looks forward with unwavering fright
As 325 draws closer each day
The Wolves must conclude they will soon be Class A
And Stanley, and Beulah, and Hazen, and more
Could soon see the back of the great B-shot door
While Grafton and Casselton smile in great glee
Thinking they will forever be playing Class B
In March will come tourneys, as seasons run out
With Oak Grove and Shiloh's wins too many to count
As Finley and Richland watch games on the tube
Trinity and Ryan are hitting their groove.
It doesn't matter that their towns are massive
The pushing to move them is, at best, just passive.
And with dollars flowing like water at the gate
The league gets a charge as a private wins state.
Devils Lake, Valley City, Kindred, and more
Could so easily fill up the middle class store.
There's Grafton, and Cass, and parochials, its true
And Watford City could sure dance a great tune.
But alas, the 50's are still in effect.
With supers drinking Kool-Aid, as they grin and reflect.
So smile and move on, walk away from the light.
Merry Basketball to all, to competition, good night.