The Days of Summer Lost

         The Days of Summer Lost

It was a bunch of lunatics
Who decided to move dem Bums
Ebbets Fields was not a bad place
It wasn't even in the slums.

There must have been a wild party
Drinking lemon with bathtub gin
That moved dem Bums way out west
And there would be no fun again

Retire O'Malley, came the cry
He's a dirty, rotten louse
Ship him to a distant farm
And lock him in the old outhouse

And now a tree grows in Brooklyn
In the bright sunlight of June
Where Robinson and Snider played
And danced to a diamond tune

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
Lunatic...Party...Lemon...Outhouse...Fun...Retire

And the required line: a tree grows in Brooklyn