Who
stands like granite on the dirt
When
someone’s sore because he’s hurt?
The umpire.
Who
faces foes and baseball crooks,
No
matter how or where he looks?
The umpire.
Who
is the butt of joke and jest,
Who
always does as he thinks best,
Who
bears the faults of all the rest?
The umpire.
But
then, who knows the mighty game,
Who’s
got ‘em all beat out for fame?
The umpire.
For
all he has his petty foes,
Who
is it says the thing that goes?
The umpire.
Who
is it gives the word, “Play Ball!”
Who
is it makes the squealers crawl,
Who
is the biggest man of all?
The
Umpire.
c.
June 9, ‘09
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