Old Yeller!
Without Old Yeller my at bats would die,
Without Old Yeller I will cry,
This bat was my friend,
Till’ the very end.
It’s been with me through thick and thin,
And with me with every win.
Although my dad says it’s dead,
I will never put it to bed.
The pop is out,
But without Old Yeller I will shout!
I love this bat,
With every at bat.
The pop of this bat is gone,
But it’s not for long,
That I step up to the plate,
And Old Yeller is my only fate,
As it brings me success,
I can’t bare to tell the rest.
It will be in my heart,
As this new bat starts.
It has the will,
But has BIG shoes to fill.
(This poem is in memory of my old bat A.K.A Old Yeller Forever it will be in my heart)
Without Old Yeller my at bats would die,
Without Old Yeller I will cry,
This bat was my friend,
Till’ the very end.
It’s been with me through thick and thin,
And with me with every win.
Although my dad says it’s dead,
I will never put it to bed.
The pop is out,
But without Old Yeller I will shout!
I love this bat,
With every at bat.
The pop of this bat is gone,
But it’s not for long,
That I step up to the plate,
And Old Yeller is my only fate,
As it brings me success,
I can’t bare to tell the rest.
It will be in my heart,
As this new bat starts.
It has the will,
But has BIG shoes to fill.
(This poem is in memory of my old bat A.K.A Old Yeller Forever it will be in my heart)