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Show Yesterday's Game In Poetry Our center fielder had golden locks Our left was short and fat, And "Pete" was in the pitcher's box And Bob behind the bat. , They took the field without a word And grim was every face, With Kay at first and Jack at i third j And "Cap" at second base. Among the green Utah hills Of forests then unhewn, They played the game of countless count-less thrills Through all the afternoon. Until against the azure sky Arose a mighty shout, T'was "Cap" who gripped that arching fly And put the last man out. And still where gallant deeds are done The tale is told anew, Our rival's score was only four And ours was ninety-two. |