By James Finn Garner and Stuart Shea
A swing and a mezz.
To avoid having his paycheck shorn
Will take more than a magical unicorn.
Don’t much dig
Guys who drug up to keep their bodies from wearin’
Unless, of course, they’re Henry Aaron.
Is going to lose
If he appeals his case
And people throw his minor league records in his face.
If he were like “Zelig”
Would appear at different points in time
And let others be punished for his crimes.
Didn’t say it wasn’t his fault-a.
He’ll take his suspension
To not jeopardize his pension.
Is a useless relic
From when players did what they were told
And owners hoarded all the gold.
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