Hold it right there! Where do you think you're going? 
Getting into G.R.O.S.S. is no easy walk in the park!
You have to say this password:  

Tigers are mean 
Tigers are fierce 
Tigers have teeth 
And claws that pierce. 

Tigers are great 
They can't be beat 
If I was a tiger 
That would be neat! 

Tigers are nimble 
And light on their toes 
My REspect for tigers 
Continually grows. 

Tigers are perfect 
The e-pit-o-me 
Of good looks and grace 
And quiet dignity! 

Tigers are great 
They're the toast of town 
Life's always better 
When a tiger's around!  
 
 Now, if your mouth isn't sore from talking yet, 
here is the song you sing at the end of each G.R.O.S.S. Meeting:  
 
   
  Attention! all rise! This meeting of G.R.O.S.S. 
Is now called to order by the great grandiose 
Dictator for life, the ruler supreme, 
The fearless the brave, the held-high-in-esteem, 
Calvin the Bold! Yes stand up and hail 
His humbleness now! May his wisdom prevail! 

Three cheers for first tiger and el presidente 
Hobbes, the delight of all cognoscenti! 
He's savvy! He has a prodigious IQ, 
and lots of panache, as all tigers do! 
In his fancy chapeau, he's a leader with taste! 
May his orders be heeded and his views be embraced! 

Oooh, G.R.O.S.S., 
The best club in the cosmos...