When Willie Mays came to the plate
A hush came over the crowd
Hot dog vendors stopped vending
So did the peanut vendors
Even the beer hawkers stopped hawking

None of this really happened
In the bleachers or the box seats
The upper levels or the press box
Nowhere did any of the above occur
Except in the mind of Willie Mays

In the silence of his days
The Earth stood still for Willie Mays
His immortal hand and eye
Could hit a baseball to the sky