He
uttered many famous words,
The ones we all can quote.
“Ain’t over ‘til it’s over,”
He spoke out; reporters wrote.
The ones we all can quote.
“Ain’t over ‘til it’s over,”
He spoke out; reporters wrote.
A
fixture on the Yankees’ field,
Beloved number 8
Was who we wanted squatting there,
A king behind home plate.
Beloved number 8
Was who we wanted squatting there,
A king behind home plate.
He
caught Don Larsen’s perfect game
And leaped into his arms,
While all the world was grinning
At his boyish joyous charms.
And leaped into his arms,
While all the world was grinning
At his boyish joyous charms.
Aside
from all his skills and rarely
Missing any toss,
Our admiration grew each time
He tangled with the boss.
Missing any toss,
Our admiration grew each time
He tangled with the boss.
And
now he’s gone, but with his words
I’m sure we’ll all agree:
“The future ain’t” (and never will be)
“What it used to be.”
I’m sure we’ll all agree:
“The future ain’t” (and never will be)
“What it used to be.”
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