In the diamond the tension rises,
Any mistake could lead to crisis.

The batter goes up to home plate,
Fielders get ready to be slayed.

The pitcher pounces, a lion for prey,
While the batter stares in ultimate dismay.

A fast ball comes, the batter swings,
The pong of the ball on the long bat rings.

Fielders nod, it's a nice strike, they reckon.
But the ball passes them and the batter reaches second.

One team cheers as the other team weeps,
This is really what softball seeks.