Dinkel , twinkle little bright,
first star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
touch the rubber so pure and white.
To take that walk from the dugout there,
and not a step on baseline lime do I dare.
To climb the mound from left to right,
its my system pal, that keeps me tight.
Now I’ve been told by coaches all,
to concentrate on pitch and ball.
But I know better, it’s in the wind,
the little things that make me win.
It’s the same thing day after day,
this routine I keep all the way.
The way I sleep and get out of bed,
to brush me teeth, and comb my head.
I’m not the superstitious type
nor am I childish with all that hype.
But I’ve learned a thing, about playing ball,
I miss one thing, and I’ve blown it all!.