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Look Out Forest Hills
Da spring has spring, da grass has riz.
I wonder where da Dodgers is?
No line at Ebbets do I see.
I don’t know where da flock can be.
Oh yeah, dat’s right, dey flew da coop,
To play in smog dat’s tick as soup.
How bout da Jints skippin too?
No one to heckle when I’m blue.
Da one arm jernts are kinda quiet.
No more Jints and Dodgers in a riot.
Dat O’Malley’s some kinda hoople.
Anyting to make a ruble.
Dose greedy guys ain’t never grateful.
He stole da team right from da faitful.
To tinka rootin for da Phillies,
Gives me d.t.’s and da willies.
I guess I’m troo wid baseball.
Tennis any a youse guys?
John Wanzilak
Circa 1958
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