A chocolate-colored glove and a gentle grip
He grabs the globe in the giant gathering place
Everyone on board is focused on this trip
An inning of three to go, guaranteeing grace
The three on guard watch gallantly with girth
Their fearless fingers fumble freely about
Grasping the goods, wondering about their worth
Wishing for glory, gratitude and remaining stout
A swing and a miss times seven gives him the lead
He is relentless and ruthless, creating discord
Right arm down his side, a final glare grants greed
Inside he is grounded and humble, with internal reward
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