You were sneaky, crafty, and a little bit sly,
Safety, cornerback, and sometimes spy.
Accolades, compliments, and then the Butkus,
When you stepped on the field you created a ruckus.
A long way from Kansas and your Nebraska birthplace,
Twinkling eyes and a smiling face.
My mom loves you, and she’s 91,
She thinks when you're playing, you're having fun.
You hammered Tua and stalked Joe,
Every step they took, you would go.
Another goodbye, number 11, but
Our time together has been simply heaven.