by Hart Seely
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord Phil Hughes to keep.
If Wang should die before I wake,
I pray no Cleveland trade we make,
If Boston hears that siren cry,
I pray they land that C.C. guy,
And when they sign him there to stay,
I pray his elbow starts to fray.
But when teams call, O, hear me, Lord,
I pray Montero stays onboard.
And though it’s true we must improve,
I pray that Melky doesn’t move.
And though his outings were not long,
I pray that Ian comes back strong.
I pray no deals we make this night.
Except Igawa… that’s all right.
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