Our baseball team never did very much, We had
me and PeeWee and Earl and Dutch. And the Oak Street
Tigers always got beat Until the new kid moved in
on our street.
The kid moved in with a mitt and
a bat And an official New York Yankee hat. The
new kid plays shortstop or second base And can outrun
us all in any place.
The kid never muffs a grounder
or fly No matter how hard it's hit or how high.
And the new kid always acts quite polite, Never yelling
or spitting or starting a fight.
We were playing
the league champs just last week; They were trying
to break our winning streak. In the last inning the
score was one-one, When the new kid swung and hit
a home run.
A few of the kids and their parents
say They don't believe that the new kid should play.
But she's good as me, Dutch, PeeWee or Earl, So we
don't care that the new kid's a girl.