Not So Good At Baseball
Barry Louis Polisar
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Whenever we play baseball, I always try to hide
I'm always last to get picked, when its time to choose up sides
'Cause's he's not so good at baseball, Can't hit or pitch or throw
He can't run fast so we pick him last; It's something we all know
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One day I'm in the outfield; I'm out there all alone
The ball was coming at me; I heard my team-mates moan
I held my mitt up to the sky and rose to meet the test
The score was tied; I knew that I would try to do my best
The game was mine to win or lose, I heard my team mates call
They cheered me as I made the catch.....and then I dropped the ball