Baseball

Batters up.....the tingles start and now we know its spring
All the winter woes are gone and baseball fever sings
Seats are chosen --lucky fans will sit where they can see
Easy chairs for some are best--- the price of them is free
Bull pens hold the players and the feelings there run high
As the batter taps the plate he glances at the sky
Like somewhere there is a baseball god who'll help him out
Luckily he smacks a low ball-it's a home run and a shout