He stayed up in bed
He was smart and well read
He had very thick glasses
That he wore on his head
He tried to capture his dreams
To arrange and rearrange
Every thought he could think of
No matter how weird or strange
He managed to do it
It all now made sense
To take aim at the bleachers
And swing for the fence
He wasn’t an athlete
But he surely might try
To hit a home run, run the bases, and slide
His anticipation was growing
And the message was clear
He could take on the challenge
Or cower in fear
He instead chose the former
In turn, accepting his fate
He’d not only be good
But undoubtedly great!