He stands at the plate
With his heart pounding fast.
The bases are loaded
The dye has been cast.
Mom and Dad cannot help him
He stands all alone.
A hit at this moment
Would send his team home;
The ball nears the plate
He swings and he misses
There's a groan from the crowd
With some boos and some hisses;
A thoughtless voice cries:
"Strike out the bum," |
Tears fill his eyes
The game's no longer fun. Remember he's just a little boy
Who stands all alone;
So open your heart
And give him a break;
For it's moments like this
A man you could make;
Keep this in mind when you
Hear someone forget,
He's Just A Little Boy
And not a man yet ... |

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