From sixty feet six inches the lord of lightning is serving on the mound
His electric bolts crack the catcher's mit with a thunderous sound
Striking out the enemy with an amazin' flash so bright
That when he's preaching to the choir he enlightens the Dark Knight
Before each hitter breaks his wrist, the ball's already past
Not even mighty Casey could swing his bat that fast
He can curve the ball around 'em or slide it underneath
But when he hurls Mjolnir's song the frozen batter stands chattering his teeth
Although the Mighty Thor may not be King just yet
I'm glad as Hella he stands on the mound as a New York Met
So while we all know him as the strapping prince of Asgard
His alter ego walks among us as Noah Syndergaard

04/19/2016

Posted on 04/19/2016
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