Of the St. Louis American
It’s snowing, heck, a blizzard
Could there be a better time
To talk of Cardinals baseball.
Gorgeous days and bright sunshine?
But the season starts a gloomy
Doubts are heavy everywhere
It’s hard to find some good news
Amongst all this darn despair
Spezio’s hiding in the closet
Puking, fighting, dodging cops
Six Grey Gooses at one sitting
When will this madness stop?
Pujols’ elbow is so sore
That it matches his demeanor
Can someone try to tell me
Why his body is so leaner?
The owners have real money
Billions at their beck and call
So it doesn’t seem to reason
That the payroll is so small
The starting staff is shaky
The bullpen is still strong
Rest assured, dear Cardinals’ nation
The ’pen can’t hold out that long
The outfield’s full of butchers
But let’s hope that they will hit
The homers might go flying
Errors mounting really quick
Izturis is at shortstop
Troy Glaus is manning third
Somebody will play second
D means nothing to these ‘Birds
Juan Gonzalez making comeback
Where he was, God only knows
Can he play without the steroids?
Can a moose dance on its toes?
La Russa sees his own world
Big Mac’s clean, and so is Bonds
By the end of this here season
He could very well be gone
Even with these darn ole problems
Brewers, Cubs a ways ahead
I never will forget, y’all
My blood runs deep Cardinals red
So while I’m making fun here
Of a team that ain’t so great
March 31 is nearing
And man, I cannot wait