The pretty little liars will never confess
They never knew Strasburg would be the best.
The sports halls are all a-twitter
Hoping for homeruns and no-hitters,
Security is at its height,
The TV crews turn on their lights.
The batters are all lined up
With their bats, helmets and cups,
Letting the first strike go by, not wanting to rush
But they keep checking their cleats a little too much
So wind up, pitcher, lower your cap
Make the first batter look like he’s swinging through sap.
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