Left Field

This T-ball game is boring;

I’m sitting in left field,

and if the ball comes near me,

my glove will be my shield.

I’m frightened of the baseball

cause Bobby once was hit,

and ever since that T-ball game,

in left field I just sit.

My dad says, “Don’t be frightened”,

but Bobby sure did scream,

so sitting in this field’s the way

that I support my team.

Good grief — some kid has hit it!

At me! I’m going to die!

But now the crowd is cheering

cause I just caught a fly!

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