When the golden sun starts spilling
Cozy warmth on everything
And the daffodils and crocus
Usher in the time of spring.
With blue skies and white clouds piling
Like a citadel on high,
Millions long cooped up by winter
Raise a single, joyous cry.
Ball games are Americana
As Star Spangled Banner’s strains.
“Let’s play ball,” rings from the cities
Echoes down the wind-swept plain.
Pruning, raking, making garden
Starts to put the heart in tune
But the really happy music
Starts the ball game afternoon.
Author Dan Hoover March 25, l962