by James Finn Garner
No one with a bat is more handy,
With a stance coiled like ribbon candy.
His gait is smooth like aged brandy,
Stretching singles into doubles his modus operandi.
In any outfield, verdant or sandy,
He’ll grab more flies than the Rio Grande.
With five skills at his command, he
Picks up his team like a Starbucks grande.
He could melt the heart of Tristram Shandy.
Man o man, that kid is dandy.
Can’t you tell? I love Grandy!
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