When Johnny Raced the Bat
Do you recall where you were at
the day that Johnny raced the bat?
I was but a lad of eight.
A bat shot out of Hell, damned straight.
Johnny flew like an outbound freight.
A front row seat is where I sat
the day that Johnny raced the bat.
Copyright © David Crandall | Year Posted 2025
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