The greatest little boy, in a baseball hat,

The greatest little boy, in a baseball hat,
stands in the field, with his ball and bat.
Says “I am the greatest player of them all!”
He puts his bat on his shoulder,
and he tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
and he swings his bat all the way around.
The world’s so still you can hear the sound,
as the baseball falls, to the ground.
Now the little boy doesn’t say a word…
Picks up his ball. He is undeterred.
Says, “I am the greatest there has ever been!”
And he grits his teeth. And he tries it again.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
and he swings his bat all the way around.
And the world’s so still you can hear the sound,
as the baseball falls, to the ground.
He makes no excuses; he shows no fear
He just closes his eyes, and listens to the cheers.
Now the little boy, he adjusts his hat.
Picks up his ball. Stares at his bat.
Says “I am the greatest, and the game is on the line!”
So he gives his all, one last time.
And the ball goes up, like the moon so bright,
swings his bat, with all his might.
And the world’s as still as still can be,
and the baseball falls; and that’s strike 3.
Now it’s supper time, and his momma calls.
Little boy starts home, with his bat and ball.
Says, “I am the greatest, that is a fact…
but even I didn’t know, I could pitch like that!”