The team did not shine.
They're not good to play.
So we sat at the park.
Waiting for the far, far, faraway day.
I sat there with Orbit.
We sat there, we two.
And I said, "How I wish
The Goatpen had a clue!"
No batters they got out
And too many called "Ball!"
So we sat in the stands.
With no saves at all.
Green Grass and Fans
Would you? Could you?
Win a game?
Beat them! Beat them!
No more of the same.
They would not,
could not,
win a game.
We may win one.
You will see.
We may win one
out of three!
Astros in Lastros
Astros
Lastros
Castros
Oh Noes!
Astros in Lastros.
Castros say Oh Noes.
Oh Noes my Astros
With Castros in Lastros.
The Purpura
At the far end of town
where Tal's Hill looms
and the team on the field is filled with gloom
and opposing bats always seem to go Boom!
is the Office of the Lifted Purpura.
And over Tal's Hill, some people say
if you try hard enough you can still see, today
where the Purpura once stood
making the home team no good
before somebody ran the Purpura away.
What was the Purpura?
And why was it there?
And why was it ran off and laughed at somewhere
from the far end of town where Tal's Hill slopes.
The old Luhnow-ler now lives there.
His plan. Our hopes.
Epicness courtesy of Ryan Dunsmore (@d_more55)
Oh, the Pennants You'll Win!
Congratulations!
Tomorrow is our day.
We're off to the Pennant!
We're off and away!
We'll have pitchers on the mound.
We'll have bats in the box.
We will beat anyone
while wearing high socks.
We'll be at the top. And we'll know how to win.
And FULL will our bandwagon be at that then.
We'll look at the standings. At the top we'll belong.
And some will then say, "I believed all along."
With our mound full of pitchers and box full of bats,
We'll know at that moment it was worth all of that.
