He was the Bee’s Knees
The Cat’s Meow
The Cat’s Pajamas
Dizzy with the Dames
Gave pitchers
The Heebie Jeebies
Made outfielders jingle brained
News Hawks loved him
A Palooka who could powder that ball
With his flatten schnozzle
The skirts still loved him
Drank that giggle juice
He was one swank sheik
A good gee
Boston gave him the Bum’s Rush
But he was a lollapalooza with the Yanks
went on a home run toot
And didn’t put up with phonus balonus
Babe was the berries
THE POETRY OF THE GAME