There once was a team from Kansas City
That other fans always seemed to pity.
“They show up some nights.”
And mostly they’re right.
About Sluggerr they think, “Just a kitty.”
But MY Royals and theirs aren’t the same.
I live and die with every game.
My boys always fight,
And light up the night.
Of my Royals I am not ashamed.
Things will be different next year.
A winning season is oh so near.
To crops, they’re the cream.
And it won’t be a dream
To toast a championship with a beer!
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