Baseball is the sport I love,
Bats and balls, a leather glove.
The field is green, the sky is blue,
The sun so bright it warms you.
You leave the bench to take your place,
In the box, you turn to face,
The pitcher who throws a curve.
You swing your bat, steel your nerve.
The crack of the bat is what you hear,
Then the crowd begins to cheer.
You flip the bat and watch the ball,
Soar towards the distant wall.
Around the bases, you do fly,
As the ball drops from the sky.
Over the wall, it does land,
More than a hit, oh so grand.
Any hit would have tied the score,
But you did so much more.
The bases were full, the game’s now won,
By your very first homerun!
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