From Maine to New York, the ‘CAC runs wide,
Different maps, same mountain pride.
We’ve logged our miles, felt the pain,
Now Regionals call — one more gain.
Williams in East, Tufts out West,
Bowdoin, Bates — all chasing best.
Middlebury’s rolling Vermont hills sing,
While Amherst eyes that Nationals ring.
Different courses, different skies,
But one league spirit never dies.
The colors vary, but the goal’s the same:
Punch that ticket, earn that name.
Through wind and rain, through trail and track,
We carry the heart of the NESCAC.
So good luck, all — from 'Cards to Mules,
From Ephs to Jumbos, keep it cool.
Run smart, run strong, run brave and free,
And may the mud gods grant your plea.
Here’s to flights booked, buses packed —
Let’s send a fleet of NESCAC teams to South Carolina.
Good luck to every NESCAC team at Regionals —
different races, one family.