The Sweetest Sound

The bluebird’s call is pleasant

     This op’ning time of year;

Also the robin’s carol

     Whene’er it strikes the ear.

And welcome, though it’ plaintive

     The marshland froggies’ call;

But one will soon be coming

     That beats the one and all.

‘Tis not from bush or bramble

‘Tis not from fence or lawn;

‘Tis not from thrush or robin

     At breaking of the dawn.

‘Tis from the throat of mortal,

     Two words and that is all;

But O, it thrills the listener,

     It’s just: “Play Ball!”

c. April 12, ‘09

                                            Old Saybrook (CT) playing Clinton (CT), June, 1916