The skies were grey
With a threat of rain
But still they got
To play the game
You see this was
To be the day
The fans would say
Goodbye to Shea
Since nineteen sixty four
The Metropolititans called it home
But from the very beginning
The 'Mets' were how they were affectionately known
9-28-08/RjH
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