© 2014 by P Michael Biggs
One day we got a baseball mitt
But I had grit and stuffed my mitt
With some old rags and it did fit
Bit by bit I grew into that mitt
It saw me through a few base hits
Twice I made a home-run hit
And was treated to a banana split
I never used my mitt to sit
I was always ready for another base hit
My brother and I were closely knit
‘Cause we had to share that baseball mitt
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