Nostradamus

[Bob Dole]

Reading through Les Prophéties, I stumbled upon this tidbit and found it fascinating.

In the year when the red and gold banners wave,
A team of warriors, bold and brave,
With a thunderous roar, they shall ascend,
Three crowns in a row, their legacy shall blend.

The stars align in the heart of the plains,
As victory echoes through the joyous refrains.
In the land of the brave, where the rivers flow,
The Chiefs shall rise, and their glory shall grow.