The Opening Game

With Chance on first, and Evers on third,

Great things from the Cubs will soon be heard.

Then up comes Schulte to the bat,

On the plate his bat does rap;

Takes a slug at that old ball,

Makes it clear the right field wall.

Then in comes Chance and in comes Evers,

Such hits are seldom seen -- most never.

Then to the bat comes Zim in haste,

He sure knows how the ball to paste.

He slams that ball upon the Bean,

Almost seems to make it scream.

The center fielder nabs the ball;

It seems as if t'would make him fall.

But stop this rank stuff,

Just one inning is enough.