Monster at the Bat

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Up Came Bobby Bugster
As Mongo strolled the deck,
Cool and calm as he could be,
And Bob a nervous wreck.

He stood there scared half silly
For good reason, I suppose.
Barky scotched him twice before,
One right on the nose.

McChew took aim at Bobby
And he tried to knock him flat.
When Bobby hit the dirt to duck
The ball bounced off his bat.

It squiggled through the infield
just beyon the shortstop's mitt,
Came to rest on outfield grass,
A seeing eyeball hit.