A Musical Tribute to the Phillies' Plight

Set to the tune of “The Unicorn Song”:

A long time ago,
Where the field was green,
The Commissioner did something
That had never been seen.
He suspended the World Series
‘Cause the skies were pourin’
And incurred Philly’s wrath and scorn.

And there were green Phan-atics
And some long neck beers,
Lumpy wet infields
That solicited jeers.
Fans sat with hats and all of that
To try to stay warm.
When the tarp came out,
They left forlorn.

Now Cole was pitching,
Phillies fans felt swell.
They could win the series?
It must be cold in hell.
But in the sixth inning
The score got tied.
The game was called—
Did Philly’s dream just die?

And there were green Phan-atics
And some long neck beers,
Lumpy wet infields
That solicited jeers.
Fans sat with hats and all of that
To try to stay warm.
When the tarp came out
They left forlorn.

Bud Selig was there
To answer the call,
“It was to rain all night,
Why try to play at all?”
The Commish stood up
And said the teams, they’d want to play.
And that game is still suspended
To this very day.

And there were green Phan-atics
And some long neck beers,
Lumpy wet infields
That solicited jeers.
Fans sat with hats and all of that
To try to stay warm.
But when the tarp came out,
They left forlorn.

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