Coach Big Bird

I coached a pony league baseball team, The year that I was seventeen. That was the most fun I'd had it seems, Even though I was young and oh so green. A little rag tag band of kids, From different parts and neighborhoods. Most of the talent they had was hid, But they turned out to be so good. There was a kid name of Omar, Who looked like a helmet sporting feet. He was too short to be a star, But to watch him play, was such a treat. One day he rounded third to score, And flew right into my arms. That one run opened up the door, From that moment on, our team was charmed. I still remember what he called me, And everybody within earshot heard. He said your'e so tall and skinny you got to be, The best coach around, coach Big bird. 10/10/10 Alton Texas