Here comes the ball,
With great pressure on you,
The bag to your left,
'Come on, let's TURN TWO! '
The ball rockets into your mitt,
Everyone tuned in,
You take two steps to the base,
'Let's go! This is for THE WIN! '
The runner barrels in,
Just as you release it,
The first baseman starts to stretch,
'Come on, don't let him BEAT IT! '
Ball-Mitt, Foot-Base.
Out or Safe, the umpire is deciding which one to choose,
'Safe! ' he yelled,
And guess what, two batters later, YOU LOSE!
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