(tune: the Brady Bunch)
Here's a story of a women's college,
With a wealth of traditions all its own.
All the students were dressed in robes, swinging lanterns,
Just dreaming of four-o's.
Here's the story of a neighbor college,
That, when founded, would not let women go.
There were more men, living all together,
Than we would ever know.
'Till the one day when they first admitted women,
Mawrters knew it was much more than a hunch,
Three-to-one would soon become the ratio,
That's the way that we first felt the bi-co crunch.
Bi-college crunch, bi-college crunch,
That's the way we first felt bi-college crunch!