Stepping up to the plate,
your gloved hands grip the bat
your helmet blocks the sun
nothing's important except where the ball is at.
the pitcher throws it hard
you swing so sure you'll hit
but past your bat it sails
into the catcher's mitt.
here comes the second pitch
perfect, no way to miss
but pas to you once again,
your team's hope isn't this.
two strikes down and now
here comes the final pitch
*smack!* the ball is gone!
right into yonder ditch!
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