The Brownies at Base-Ball

One evening, from a shaded spot, The Brownies viewed a level lot Where clubs from different cities came To play the nation's favorite game.

Then spoke a member of the band:

"This game extends throughout the land; No city, town, or village 'round, But has its club, and diamond ground, With bases marked, and paths between, And seats for crowds to view the scene. At other games we've not been slow Our mystic art and skill to show; Let's take our turn at ball and bat, And prove ourselves expert at that."

Another answered: "I have planned A method to equip our band. There is a firm in yonder town, Whose goods have won them wide renown; Their special branch of business lies In sending forth these club supplies. The balls are wound as hard as stones, The bats are turned as smooth as bones, And masks are made to guard the nose Of him who fears the batter's blows,