I’d like to stroll

Around Fenway Park

Some night when it’s snowing

And really dark.

I want to hear

What goes on with the ghosts

And I want to lift

A few goodbye toasts

Not so much

To the Teds and the Groves

But to the unknown kids

Who came in droves

There numbers are millions

But they’re not on the wall

They just came to see

Their heroes play ball.

I want to tell them

I can hear the crying

Because it looks like

The new guys aren’t trying.

But, this too will pass

A new day will come

And next year we’ll be beating

A brand new drum!