Eye of the Tiger

He brandished a nine iron, went chipping away The course was so green, the air was so warm The boy had dreams of being the best one day Out on the course, each day, working on form No stopping when tired, had known how to work But, enjoyed the game so much, it wasn’t a chore He labored for fun with his goal to be great He knew what he wanted, each day wanting more For each different hole, he selected with care A wood or an iron, a chip or full swing He honed well his skills to compete with the best He’d never have guessed what fame it would bring