Joy to the world, Brutus has come!
Let earth receive his seed;
Let every heart trapped in their room,
And Children and toddlers fleed,
And Children and toddlers fleed,
And Children, and Children, and toddlers fleed.
Joy to the world, the Buckeyes came!
Let men their wrongs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Tempt children with a toy,
Tempt children with a toy,
Tempt children, tempt children, with a toy.
No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the mound;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the child is found,
Far as the child is found,
Far as, far as, the child is found,
He rules the world with a mustached face,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love.
