by James Finn Garner
(Title by Jim Siergey)
Eloy’s a natural hitter,
Chitown’s best since Sammy
If Eloy’s swings were music,
He’d be a shoe-in for a Grammy
When he steps into the batters box
Sox fans’ palms get clammy
‘Cuz Eloy’s smart as a Labrador
And has stale breadsticks for hammies.
