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There had been a dearth of scoring, and the anxious Bugs were roaring

In the bleachers and imploring for a hit,

Until finally one fellow plucked a triple, ripe and mellow,

And the way those fans did bellow in a fit!

Just one little tap would cinch it, just one timely little pinch hit,

And the contest would be safely on the shelf;

But the bush league phenom madly swung in vain at three, then sadly

Walked away and murmured softly to himself: