Hip Hip Hooray ( A poem about Competitive Cheerleading)

Hip hip hooray

Is what they think we say.

As we actually say "5,6,7,8!"

Lifting others high above us,

buiding trusts when we catch before they fall,

there's a special bond between us, 

the sister hood between us all

we must be brave to defy gravity,

tumblingling around,

like weeds in the deserts

no better feeling than running out,

into a crowd of thousands,

and feeling on top of the world

and when we win

we have big grins

and all we can say

is

hip hip hooray