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“THE TIGERS AND THE KIDS.”
High in the heavens rose the sun,
And tossed its beams about,
While I watched the children run
To see the throng turn out.
And tossed its beams about,
While I watched the children run
To see the throng turn out.
Where goes this throng, my bonnie lad?
I asked a passer-by,
Who in his hands a bat he had.
And now and then would cry—
“Hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys!
And shame upon the Kids,
For, the Tigers sure were born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.”
I asked a passer-by,
Who in his hands a bat he had.
And now and then would cry—
“Hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys!
And shame upon the Kids,
For, the Tigers sure were born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.”
He stopped a moment, looked at me,
And fire flashed from his lids;
“The big boys are tigers, you see,
And the little boys are kids.
They are going to the picnic ground
To have a game, you see;
And if you want to take the round,
Come quickly, follow me,
And hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys!
And shame upon the ‘Kids,’
For never in history, boys,
Were tigers beat by kids.”
And fire flashed from his lids;
“The big boys are tigers, you see,
And the little boys are kids.
They are going to the picnic ground
To have a game, you see;
And if you want to take the round,
Come quickly, follow me,
And hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys!
And shame upon the ‘Kids,’
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Were tigers beat by kids.”
I joined in with the merry throng
And boarded the Elmwood car,
And through the town we went along,
And o'er the hills afar.
The people, they all stared at us
And thought the world at end;
Because it was a dreadful fuss
That upward we did send.
But e'er and anon came the cry
As fire flashed from their lids—
“The Tigers all deserve to die
If they can't beat the Kids;
Then hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys,
And shame upon the ‘Kids;’
There never was a hist'ry, boys,
Of tigers beat' by kids.”
And boarded the Elmwood car,
And through the town we went along,
And o'er the hills afar.
The people, they all stared at us
And thought the world at end;
Because it was a dreadful fuss
That upward we did send.
But e'er and anon came the cry
As fire flashed from their lids—
“The Tigers all deserve to die
If they can't beat the Kids;
Then hurrah for the ‘Tigers,’ boys,
And shame upon the ‘Kids;’
There never was a hist'ry, boys,
Of tigers beat' by kids.”
At last we reached the picnic ground,
And Capt. Tiger wheeled
And placed the Tigers in the town
And the Kids upon the field.
And then a ball was batted off
That seemed to touch the sky;
But down it came, by kid was caught,
And hurrah went the cry—
“One tiger dropped out nicely, boys,
And outed by the Kids;
Let every body shout, boys,
For, they can't beat the Kids.”
And Capt. Tiger wheeled
And placed the Tigers in the town
And the Kids upon the field.
And then a ball was batted off
That seemed to touch the sky;
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And hurrah went the cry—
“One tiger dropped out nicely, boys,
And outed by the Kids;
Let every body shout, boys,
For, they can't beat the Kids.”
And then a liner straight was sent
Like lightning o'er the field,
Into a kiddish hand it went,
Whose fingers would not yield.
“I have put another out, boys,”
The kid did loudly cry,
“We sure will beat the Tigers, boys,
Or we deserve to die.”
Another tiger turned about
And batted off the ball;
When all the kids began to shout
Before the ball could fall—
“He has put the whole side out, boys,
That is just what he did;
And great Captain Tiger can't, boys,
Beat little Captain Kid.”
Like lightning o'er the field,
Into a kiddish hand it went,
Whose fingers would not yield.
“I have put another out, boys,”
The kid did loudly cry,
“We sure will beat the Tigers, boys,
Or we deserve to die.”
Another tiger turned about
And batted off the ball;
When all the kids began to shout
Before the ball could fall—
“He has put the whole side out, boys,
That is just what he did;
And great Captain Tiger can't, boys,
Beat little Captain Kid.”
Thus went the game for many hours
Mid many a loud shout,
'Til the Kids said—“The game is ours,”
And hurrah went the shout.
The game was called at 3 o'clock,
The umpire said to us—
Dear friends it may your feelings shock,
The game is standing thus:—
Forty-seven for Captain ‘Kid,’
For ‘Tiger’ twenty-seven,
And this is all the players did
Since the clock struck eleven.”
Mid many a loud shout,
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And hurrah went the shout.
The game was called at 3 o'clock,
The umpire said to us—
Dear friends it may your feelings shock,
The game is standing thus:—
Forty-seven for Captain ‘Kid,’
For ‘Tiger’ twenty-seven,
And this is all the players did
Since the clock struck eleven.”
Then hurrahs shook the lofty air;
The Kids, they grabbed the bat,
And left the Tigers standing there
All quite chagrined at that.
But o'er the hills and back to town,
Straight marched that mighty throng,
On every street that they went down
They shouted out this song—
“Shame upon the Tigers, boys,
And bully for the Kids,
For the Tigers are not born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.
It was not in history, boys,
The Tigers said this morn',
But hist'ry with this event, boys,
Its pages will adorn,
And shame upon the Tigers, boys,
And bully for the Kids,
For Tigers were not born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.”
The Kids, they grabbed the bat,
And left the Tigers standing there
All quite chagrined at that.
But o'er the hills and back to town,
Straight marched that mighty throng,
On every street that they went down
They shouted out this song—
“Shame upon the Tigers, boys,
And bully for the Kids,
For the Tigers are not born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.
It was not in history, boys,
The Tigers said this morn',
But hist'ry with this event, boys,
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And shame upon the Tigers, boys,
And bully for the Kids,
For Tigers were not born, boys,
To beat the little Kids.”
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