Hark, Hey Harold, the Calif. Angels Sing!!
Hark, hey Harold,
the Angels sing....
glory to the homerun king...
piece of turf,
with bases wide,
runners steal,
when pitched inside,
Come ye bunters,
drop one down,
see if we can win
the division crown
Piece of bleachers,
crowd gone wild,
all because of
the runner's glide
Hark, ol' Harold,
get some franks,
and give to heaven
your heartfelt thanks!!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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