The game

This game will go by like a breeze
with the bat in our hands and ball in glove
The grass is so green for the bees
it all came from up above,
Leading off with in the weeds
base to race, run to fun
While the guys are eating the seeds
there are always different gums,
As the ball went whizzing through the air
the cleats digging into the clay
Then players say that ain’t no fair
i still don’t know what to say,
The score said zero to ten we are going to fame
at the end of the fun I said to the other players good game.

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