A mighty nation’s special game,
The world was never quite the same
Once some guy name of Doubleday
Taught men, and boys too, how to play.
The rules are simple, as we know,
To swing a bat, and catch and throw,
To run the baselines, never roam
Outside them ‘til you’ve made it home.
Beneath the summer’s golden sun
The crowd roars out at each home run.
Each time a bat cracks, it enthralls
The cheering fans who watch the balls
Sail through the pleasant summer air.
Was ever there a game so fair?