“Take me out to the ball game
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks
I don’t care if I never get back
Let me root, root, root for the home team
If they don’t win, it’s a shame (aww)
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out
At the old ball game”
(Jack Norworth in Take me out to the ball game)
Le bon serveur.
Comme il a de belles jambes !
Il a un beau nez.
(E. Satie in Le tennis)
“And it’s one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.”
(Country Joe and the fish in Vietnam Song)
‘s Hertogenbosch (NL)
“”Is football playing
Along the river-shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?”
Ay, the ball is flying,
The lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands up, the keeper
Stands up to keep the goal. “
(A.E. Housman in A Shropshire lad, no. 27)
“Why — do they shut me out of Heaven?
Did I sing — too loud?
But — I can sing a little minor,
Timid as a bird.”
(E. Dickinson in Further poems of Emily Dickinson)