I passed a sand lot yesterday, Some kids were playing ball. "You're getting beat, aren't you my friend?"
I strolled along the third base line
Within the fielder's call.
"Say, what's the score?" I asked.
He yelled to beat the stuffing,
"There's no one out, the bases full,
They're winning forty-two to nothing!"
And then in no time flat
He answered, "No, sir, not as yet!
"You're getting beat, aren't you my friend?"