For the Love of the Game
We hear the anthem singing in th wind.
We cant wait for the game to begin.
All we want to do is beat the other team.
As we do it, we like to hear the fans' scream!
When we step up to the plate to hit,
at least a double is what we want to get.
As we score,
we hear the crowd's roar.
Finally, we pull out a win;
now, we're ready to do it all again.
It's my game; it's my love.
It's called softball.
C'mon and play, just grab a glove!
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