The chest of the sleeping bull rises and falls.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Lazily, his tail swats away
A buzzing fly at his snout.

For months he has been sleeping
Gathering strength as he goes

But it’s now time to awaken
And show the power that grows and grows

The horn of victory shall be blown,
Drums of destruction shall be struck.

The field of battle shall be owned
But victory takes more than just luck.

Fortuna favet audaci,
Fortune favors the brave.

Trumbull athletes are ready to go
For it’s the Tyng we crave.

We are the kings of the courts,
The MVPs of the field.

You can guess we’ll never rest
Until victory is sealed.

Awaken young Trumbull,
Awaken ye sleeping beast,

Allow your aggression to be unfurled,
Your inner strength to be released

Together, we’ll overcome adversity
and triumph over competition.

We are the bulls of Trumbull college
and we have no inhibition.

We’ll brave the IM fields’ adversity,
We’ll brave the IM fields’ mud and ditches.
Moorah, Trumbull!
Moorah, bitches!

(Compiled by the Dynamic Duo)