BLUE BABY BEAR HAT
There is one thing that I think is all that,
That I think is just like the Holy Grail.
That special thing I call my cubbies’ hat,
Even though it came from a nice yard sale.
When I put that blue hat atop my head
I feel that nobody can stop me when
There is a bat, racket, or ball embed
Or when something comes at me brethren.
But in the very end I always find
That wearing a team that always falls short,
It always turns out that I fall behind
And the other team always comes to thwart.
Even though it seems quite tough to put up
Let’s raise our voices and arms with champagne cups.