Twas the night before the Super Bowl, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The Niner flag waved, red balloons flew with care,
In hopes that Jim Harbaugh will soon be there.
I had trouble sleeping while anticipating the party,
While watching Kaepernick hoist the Lombardi.
"Five Super Bowls" are some mighty fine words,
But "Six" is better so let's crush those birds!