I'm A Little Baseball Batter

"I'm A Little Baseball Batter"

I'm a little baseball batter
Who can hardly hold the bat
It really doesn't matter
I can't see above my hat !

I love to run the bases
Tho' my strikes are always three
The Coach makes funny faces
When my mommy claps for me !

Daddy calls me ' Trooper '
'Coz I done the best I could
I made another blooper
But my stamina is good !

The bases all were loaded
As I took my turn to bat
I nearly just exploded -
I was blinded by my hat !

The ball was gently rollin'
To the Pitcher, as I ran
My glory then was stolen
When my britches fell again !

That bat, it sure is heavy
But I practice ever' day
My swing is gettin' steady
And this batter's here to stay !

It isn't any wonder
That one day I'll hit a Run
I'm gonna get the number
Of those strikes from three to none.

Babe Ruth, I got a message
That I think you ought'a know
Better watch out for this batter
'Coz I'm goin' to the 'show'.

Author/Poem Written by:
Tammy Boatman-Young
& daughter, Shelley Kay
2003