Hull (DD 945) - Naval Cruise Book

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The Great Khaki Softball Game Twas Porter and his bretheren old Did conspire and scheme to win the game All the Ensigns and the JG's strove To win in just the same Beware the crafty Senior Chief Of Hilligas they cried perturbed And watch out for that Devil Rog He'll tag you out at third But to the youth's were not mere babes To be so easily taken For when the score stood 3 to 1 The Chiefs were visibily shaken Ye gods! They cried out. Well, not really 1 But the language they did use I cannot print freely Thus Powell came to bat With two men on base His visage was grim A snarl touched his face He took up his stance And awaited the ball Wode began his windup And threw with his all One minute later The tables had turned At 4 runs to 3 The J.O.'s were burned Special Eval! Special Eval! Went the cry NO! thundered a voice That rang clear to the sky The Captain strode forth, took hold of a bat Stepped up to the plate, and waited for that Little white ball, to come sailing across He didn't wait long, for there was the toss