Ode to the Indians' Batters
(sung to the tune of "Misty")
Swing at me,
I'm a strike above the knee
And I feel like I could be strike three
Even when I’m thrown flat,
I get missed when you’re swinging a bat.
Walk? no way,
And a thousand boo-birds sound their dismay
Or “you’re out” the umpire may say
A curve ball you will fear,
I get missed when your bat gets so near
You can say that you're taking a pitch
But it's just that I want you to twitch
Don't you know just how hopeless you seem
That's all part of my scheme.
On my own,
I pass through an exaggerated strike zone
Never knowing if the call will be blown,
My location you’ll hate,
I get missed when you stand at the plate.