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O Clifton! My Clifton! by Wilt Whatman

eerily similar to the famous poem "O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman

O Clifton! My Clifton! our losing streak is done;

The team has weather'd silent bats, awakened by the sun;

The game is near, Baker I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the faithful yield, anticipation mounting:

But O pitch! pitch! pitch! O the cheerful hoards of red,

There on the mound my Clifton stands,

Opposing batters dread.

O Clifton! my Clifton! your fastballs are a thrill;

Rise up - for you the banner waved - for you, beloved Phil;

For you the shirts and jerseys worn - for you the stands a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Clifton! dear pitcher! You stole my heart they said;

It is some dream to have you back,

A staff with unmatched cred.


My Clifton does not answer, his focus undeterred;

My pitcher calmly sets his mark, rocks back and leaves em cutter'd;

The staff is anchor'd safe and sound, the journey's just begun;

Hittin' season on the way, division to be won;

Rejoice, O fans, and little old ants!

High hopes the masses spread;

Who's on deck, my Clifton waits,

The NL East is dead!