The ball is tipped
Scripts will be flipped
The tournament has begun
Every team strives to be number one
Top teams will fade
History will be made
Unpredictability looms
The winner, no one will assume
Upsets will brew
Rivalries will renew
The crowds will go wild
Everyone on their feet, parent to child
Huge shots will drop
The unknown will come out on top
Cinderella runs are king
Each team will vie for a ring
Everyone hopes for a deep run
For certainty, there is none
The Final Four is the ultimate goal
Each team plays with their heart and soul
The final seconds are always key
When its down to the wire, you need the three
Its a miracle if your team makes the championship game
All teams want the label of champion next to their name
On basketball’s biggest stage
The winner we are unable to gauge
At last, the net will be cut down
The Madness of March, is here for another round
