‘Twas the night before Fenway, and all through the park, all the creatures were stirring; the ballpark not dark;
The staff all scurried ‘round the park with care, in hopes that a championship soon would be there;
The Cardinals were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of home runs danced in their heads;
And Molly in her ‘kerchief, Wally in his cap, had just settled down for a short monster nap;
When up in the bleachers there arose such a clatter, Wally sprang from his hideout to see what was the matter!
Away to the field he flew like a flash, ran through the outfield… he made a mad dash!
The glow of the lights on the freshly cut grass, blinded Wally, who almost fell on his A**
When what to his wondering eyes should appear, but Manager Farrell and a team full of beards!
More rapid than eagles, his players they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Run Ellsbury! Pitch Lester! Catch Salty and Ross! Short Peddy! First Nava! Hit Papi and Nap!
To the top of the bleachers, to the top of the wall, now hit away, hit away, hit away all!
Wally heard him exclaim, as balls flew out of sight,
It’s the World Series guys, let’s continue to fight!