O say can you rizz, by the sigma's early gyatt, What so proudly we skibidi'd at ohio's last rizzing, Whose broad mewing and bright rizz through the perilous rizz O’er the gyatts we rizz’d were so gallantly streaming? And the sigma’s red glare, the gyatts edging in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there, O say does that rizz-spangled sigma yet skibidi O’er the land of the gyatts and the home of the rizzlers?