Mighty Johnny

There was no joy in Fenway With Damon at the plate. Our lead was 1-0; The game was getting late. The Yankee star could win the game, Short hair upon his head. The windup and the pitch came in, "Strike one," the umpire said. The fans were yelling gleefully, "A traitor," players beamed. Mighty Johnny dug in eagerly, "Strike two," the umpire screamed. The boos were now resounding, Our "hero" taking aim. The pitch was straight and true this time, One swing would win the game. There now is joy in Fenway, It's time to cheer and shout. The swing met only harmless air, Mighty Johnny had struck out.