Choocheline (A Children's Poem)

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In a ballpark in Philly that was covered with vines,
Lived little red boys in groups of nine,
In groups of nine they broke the faves,
And smoked the Mets and beat the Braves. 

They smiled at the good,

And frowned at the bad,
And last year they were very sad.

They left the park at half past nine
In two straight lines in rain or shine--
The smallest one was Choocheline:





Chooch was not afraid of Nats -
Chooch loved catching, throwing, bats.
To the bolgger of the the zoo
Choocheline just said, "Pooh-pooh,"
and nobody knew so well
how to frighten Manuel.

In the middle of the night
Manuel turned on his light
and said, "Something is not right!"

Little Choocheline sat in bed,
cried and cried - his eyes were red.
And soon after Dr. Cohn
came, he rushed out to the phone,
and he muttered: DANton ten baseball
"Nurse," he said, "it's adderrall!"

One nice morning Manuel said,
"Isn't this a fine -
day to visit
Choocheline."

DO NOT LET PLAY FOR 25 GAMES
read a sign under his name
Tiptoeing with solemn face,
with some shin guards and a vase,
in they walked and then said "oh boy,"
when they saw the toys and candy
and the pillow from Roy.
But the biggest surprise by a mile-
on his face
was a smile!

"Good-bye," they said, "we'll come again,"
and the red boys left in the rain.
They went home and broke some faces
brushed their teeth
dreamt of pennant races.

In the middle of the night
Manuel turned on the light
and said, "Something is not right!"
And afraid of a disaster
Manuell ran fast
and faster,
and he said, "Please Phillies do -
tell me what is troubling you?"
And all the red boys cried, "Boohoo,
we want to have some adderall, too!"