A shortstop for the Os named Belanger
Kept Earl's birds well out of danger
For he couldn't hit a lick
But the balls they did stick
In his glove they were never a stranger.
There once was a batter named "Minnie"
Who twas neither fat nor skinny
He'd slide on his face
To steal second base
And then wipe the dirt off his chinny.
The verbage of 'stache astounds us
With charts of stats he hounds us
We're forced to see
Until we agree
Or he'll continue to pound us.
