ODE TO A GEORGIA GENT

A shudder ran around Forbes Field

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

The brain of Honus Wagner reeled

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

Manager Clarke his temples clasped,

The Pirate rooters simply gasped —

Their tenderest feelings had been rasped

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

The Pirate pitcher's heart stood still

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

Gibson, the catcher, had a chill

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

Large gobs of smoke began to crawl

Across the ball yard, like a pall,

And gloom was brooding over all

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

The rooters from Detroit went mad

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

A very pleasant time was had

When Tyrus Cobb stole home.

Small wonder that they shouted so;

In Hughey Jennings's town, we know,

The burglar list is sure to grow

Since Tyrus Cobb stole home.