Firmly rooted and quite hellbent
The old grunt packs up the hose
And pokes his nose through the old trunk trap
Hurts from years of concentration
Spent in the umpires a**ociation
Talking 'bout the next sensation
Up and coming
But now he's strumming
A buzzing one-stringer
Always quite a singer
Did his wife in the dueling banjos....
(scarred but tougher)