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JOSIE'S POEMS
S p o r t s P o e m s
- G o l f -
By Josie Whitehead
GOLF CRAZY
(Shadowing the tune of The Battle Hymn of the Republic,
of course. Isn't it a battle on the golf courses?)
By Josie Whitehead
Sixty million people
In the world can't all be wrong
For, armed with balls and golf clubs,
They, to golf clubs daily throng,
And aiming balls at holes in ground
Can surely not be wrong,
As they go marching on.
Sixty million people
Concentrate upon their ball
Then, with their golf club ready,
Hope the next shot will enthral,
And the golf clubs open wide their arms
To welcome one and all
As they go marching in.
Sixty million people
Poised and ready to begin,
And a hole waits in the distance
For their ball to come right in -
Though, seeing how they spend the day,
Might make a Martian grin,
As they go marching on.
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