IF THE SHOE FITS



Please don't curse that boy down there,
He's my boy you see.
He's only just a boy you know
He means the world to me.

I did not raise my son, dear man,
For you to call him names.
He may not be a superstar
And these are High School games.

So please don't knock those kids down there,
They do the best they can:
They've never tried to lose a game,
They're kids and you're a man.

This game belongs to them you see,
You're really just a guest.
They do not need a fan that gripes,
They need the very best.

So please don't cuss those kids down there,
Each one's his parents'son.
And win, or lose, or tie, you see,
To us they're Number One!

Anonymous






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