Mighty Lincoln At The Bat

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!