Robert Yborra

(September 1947 / Penna)

My Little Hero


It's time to knock one out of the park
You're my T-ball Hero you see
But if all you can do is swing till you're blue
You're still a hero to me

And I'll never forget the first ball you hit
It seemed like a home run to me
I shouted and hollered and got all excited
As I watched you - do you're best for me

That makes you a hero - a - T-Ball 'Hall of Fame'er'
Regardless what others might see
Because that's how I see you - You're My Little Hero
And forever that you'll always be

(Gentle Touch Creations 1999)

Submitted: Friday, November 12, 2004
Edited: Wednesday, November 17, 2004

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