Ode to a Georgia Gent

A shudder ran around Forbes Field
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
The brain of Honus Wagner reeled
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
Manager Clarke his temples clasped,
The Pirate rooters simply gasped—
Their tenderest feelings had been rasped
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

The Pirate pitcher's heart stood still
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
Gibson, the catcher, had a chill
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
Large gobs of smoke began to crawl
Across the ball yard, like a pall,
And gloom was brooding over all
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
The rooters from Detroit went mad
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
A very pleasant time was had
  When Tyrus Cobb stole home.
Small wonder that they shouted so;
In Hughey Jennings's town, we know,
The burglar list is sure to grow
  Since Tyrus Cobb stole home.

Published in Right off the Bat: Baseball Ballads

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