In baseball, batters wind up
A lot like pitchers wind up
Pitchers wind up and pitch a lot
Batters wind up and swing or not
Wilver Dornell Stargell, he’d menace the mound
He’d pinwheel his fat bat around and around
The pitchers all feared “Pops,” Willie Stargell
The pitchers, they all feared Willie Stargell
Per a dream, or on radio, I heard Bob Prince say
Something dreamy, went something this way:
“Here comes Stargell, the game on the line
Two outs, two on, eleven to nine
Pedro Bourbon, he winds on the mound
Stargell pinwheels the bat ’round and ’round
Bourbon’s first pitch, it’s high and it’s wide
Bourbon’s second pitch, low and outside
The third pitch now, is called a called strike!
Bourbon, so far, strong, workmanlike
Stargell pinwheels, Bourbon winds
Stargell swings, the Bucs behind
Two runs down, Pops, he connects
A towering drive, smacked out of the complex
Willie has done it, celebrations begin
The Pirates have won it, twelve to eleven!”