Little League
One, two, three strikes your out
Playing our rivals, another epic bout
The stress of playing inning after inning
Sweaty hands and butterflies are all beginning
It's the start of the seventh inning stretch
A Coke and peanuts are a great fetch
Bottom of the ninth, MAN! we're behind one run
Rally caps are out, and the chanting has begun
I'm not a big league baseball slayer
I'm a ride the pine little league player
I wish I had the courage to say;
"Put me in coach, I'm ready to play!"
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
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