HE MADE a rep in the minors, and he thought himself the best— When the big league made a draft-claim it swelled his youthful chest— He fairly flew to the training camp, with its happy tropic scene, And he was as stunned as a knocked-out pug when they said he was too green! So the kid looked at the big league, and he said: "I clearly see (Though I don't understand the reason) that you're not wanting me!" So the kid went back to the bushes and he set the circuit afire— He was better far than the year before, and his records were rated higher— Then the big teams battled to get him, and the kid, as cool as ice, Secured a whale of a contract and a chunk of the purchase price. So the kid looked at the big league, and he said: "I clearly see (And it's cost you a lot of money) that at last you are wanting me!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS OF SCOTLAND by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 110 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |