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THE BUSH LEAGUER'S DREAM.
II.
There had been a dearth of scoring, and the anxious Bugs were roaring
In the bleachers and imploring for a hit,
Until finally one fellow plucked a triple, ripe and mellow,
And the way those fans did bellow in a fit!
Just one little tap would cinch it, just one timely little pinch hit,
And the contest would be safely on the shelf;
But the bush league phenom madly swung in vain at three, then sadly
Walked away and murmured softly to himself:
In the bleachers and imploring for a hit,
Until finally one fellow plucked a triple, ripe and mellow,
And the way those fans did bellow in a fit!
Just one little tap would cinch it, just one timely little pinch hit,
And the contest would be safely on the shelf;
But the bush league phenom madly swung in vain at three, then sadly
Walked away and murmured softly to himself:
Chorus.
"If I only had a batting eye like Teddy,
If I had the speed of John D. ducking fines,
I'd have a big league job and hold it steady,
For I'd make both Cobb and Wagner look like shines;
If I could only 'steal' (in running bases)
Like all these 'malefactors of great wealth',
I'd be the diamond daisy, and I'd set the bleachers crazy,
And I wouldn't be here playing for my health."
If I had the speed of John D. ducking fines,
I'd have a big league job and hold it steady,
For I'd make both Cobb and Wagner look like shines;
If I could only 'steal' (in running bases)
Like all these 'malefactors of great wealth',
I'd be the diamond daisy, and I'd set the bleachers crazy,
And I wouldn't be here playing for my health."
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