It looked like Framber’s arm in error
Let the Twins tee off;
Left announcers in conclusion,
Made the coaches scoff;
Our offense the driver of American League this game.
Panic in Detroit,
The fans really ought to laugh
While most of us stay home
And chug a jeroboam;
Panic in Detroit.
Initial frame of lumber violence
To start with loaded bags,
A pitch gone wild, a ringing double,
Putting up six, no snags.
The sixth supplied danger, but they somehow got out alive;
Panic in Detroit, The fans really ought
to laugh While most of us stay home And write a nonsense poem; Panic in Detroit.
Then the seventh came, bullpen to play the fool;
Would the lead be lost and blundered after all?
But Jeffers came to rock the ABS machine,
And got a pair of Ks to keep the joy tonight.
Having played for three long hours,
Hoped they’d fasten it.
Fundy off, but got a liner
Into Keaschall’s mitt.
Still counts as a win, though; the series is ours anew!
Panic in Detroit,
Our fans really ought to laugh
Though our teeth have been ground dust,
No Twins fan’s locked in gloam!
Panic in Detroit,
Panic in Detroit,
Panic in Detroit!
