The Mighty Lincoln At The Bat
Mighty Lincoln came up to bat
He swung angrily at the air and spat
The crowd cheered loudly to see him there
The pitcher coward at his intense glare
He stepped up to the plate head held high
The defense readied and uttered a cry
The wind up, the pitch, STRIKE ONE!
But mighty Lincoln wasn’t done
The pitcher hurriedly flung it, STRIKE TWO!
The crowd in a hush didn’t know what to do
But mighty Lincoln smiled a broad grin
And dared the pitcher to pitch it again
So he dug down deep and hurled it fast
The ball screaming at him as it whizzed past
For mighty Lincoln had struck it well
It was gone for sure, everyone could tell
And with a tip of his hat, mighty Lincoln took his bases
Taking in the smiles on all the people’s faces
Then he sat in the dugout, his work now done
For the mighty Lincoln had hit a HOME-RUN!