Pious Mark Richt I sing, who, forc'd by fate,
And haughty Saban's unrelenting hate,
Expell'd and exil'd, left the Bulldog door.
Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,
And in the Southern Conference, 'fore he won
The UM job, and built the destin'd team;
His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,
And settled sure succession in his line...
Apologies to John Dryden