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The Game

Ball one!  Strike one!  Then ball two-
It's a baseball game here at the zoo!
The animals are playing the game tonight
To decide who gets the bragging rights!

One side-The plant eating Herbivores,
Who hope to really run up their scores.
The Predators are the other side,
With the Lion at the head of their pride.

The Herbivores start out playing defense-
With the Predators at bat, the game can commence.
All of the animals take their position,
Each team has "winning" as their mission.

The Elephant pitches from the mound.
With her trunk she can toss that ball around.
She winds up, then sends the pitch
Right to the Kangaroo's catcher's mitt.

The Tiger at bat swings so hard, 
The bat is broken in several shards!
He runs towards first as his teammates shout!
But the Giraffe, so long, easily makes the out.

The Crocodile walks up, fixing his hat,
To take his place as next at bat.
Balanced by his long and massive tail,
On that ball he's able to wail.

The ball flies up, over and out!
Above the wall!  A home run, no doubt!
The Croc runs round all of the bases,
While the Herbivores just hide their faces.

To first, the Hyena makes his way, 
But Brown Bear grounds into a double play.
The Predators now must take the field,
And their one run lead they now must shield.

The Ostrich leads off, wings are flapping.
She hears her team rooting and clapping.
Her powerful legs were made to run-
Among birds, on land, she's second to none!

The Boa is pitching and whips his tail,
And through the air the ball does sail.
He pitched four balls.  Although he tried,
Ostrich walks to first with mighty strides.

The Koala's next, with a serious gaze.
Imagining that he's the next Willie Mays.
The ball comes down, he steps-he swings!
Contact is made!  The running begins!

The Hawk in center sees and she swoops,
Catching the ball to the cheers of her group.
The Koala is sad, aspirations are blown,
As he creates a double play of his own.

The Panda is next with two batters out.
He stands at home plate, furry and stout.
He stares down the Snake, focused and alert,
As he, with his feet, kicks at the dirt.

He hears hoots and hollers from his whole gang, 
And he smacks at that ball with a loud bang!
It flies clear over the Constrictor's head,
Who watches it soar, now filled with dread!

Panda makes it to second-He managed a double!
The tying run is on base, the lead is in trouble.
The Predators call time out, strategy they debate,
As Hare makes his way towards the home plate.

His ears folded back under his visor,
Nose twitching over his large incisors.
With two outs already, it's all up to Hare-
He has to swing big, of this he's aware.

The first pitch goes by, this he dislikes,
Especially when Ump rules it a strike.
Once again it flies by, but Hare does not swing.
As it hits the Wolf's mitt, he could hear the ball sing.

Hare, two strikes down, still does not worry.
He'll wait for his pitch-he is in no hurry.
All hold their breath as the next throw's released-
Hare swings with the power of a much larger beast!

Panda easily scores!  High fives all around,
As Boa watches sadly from his mound.
The defense puts forth their absolute best-
They know on this play, the whole game does rest!

Cheetah, in left field, runs very fast,
As the hard hit baseball whizzes right past!
With all of his strength, Hare races to third.
The ball is still far, so toward home he is spurred!

The Badger throws home with all of his might,
To catch up with Hare, quickly in flight.
Wolf catches the ball and makes not a blunder--
But when the dust settles, Hare had slid under!

How exciting it was!  The teams neck and neck!
It was more suspenseful than any'd suspect.
They beat the Predators by just one run!
But oh what a game, and all did have fun.

Just one inning you ask? You sound like a grump!
That's all you can play when a Sloth acts as Ump!
The time between plays slows to a crawl,
When it takes the Ump hours to make every call.

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