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The New York Mets!

He failed to scoop
With goose down hands

The gray falling fish
The dead dying duck

His fingers grazed the blades
Just above the squib

Lungs releasing in jags
Shoulders fighting sag

The field said up
With dirt

There came a chorus
And it went Captain

My Captain mi capitán
you must go down dirty

With your fat foreign
Tongue lick the plate