There he stands

Upon the great mound

As a soldier to battle

Looking Left

Looking right

He looks up

The crowd wants

Home Runs

Brats and Beer

And a chance to

Cheer and jeer

He looks to the

Catcher

To the merry

Base stealing

Show stopping

Clown Boy

Speedie rookie

The batter at bat

Likes a good fast ball

He does

Out of the ball park

To Glory

A Player's 15 minutes

Of Fame he hopes

To increase

Only

Get

One

Chance

The Pitcher

Winds the wind

Digs his foot in

For the Grind

Just above the knees

Inside

The merrry base stealer

Is getting one more

Step ahead as the

Throw goes right

Where the pitcher

Wants it

To second base on my

The merry clown is caught

Which way will he go

The coaches are coaching

But the base thief

Has only wit and

Speed to guide him

The crowd screams GO!

The crowd screams THROW!

The Umpires on either side

Are ready to go

The arm chairs of America

Speak wisdowns to the TV set in vain

Remembering the little league

Days of summer

Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee's OUT!

The players throw the ball

round the horn

And the next batter

Steps in

It's the first inning of the season....