And whirled around so quick in space
He didn’t remember just what took place.
“I caught that ball, all right,” said he,
When the officer questioned TEDDY-G;
“But I don’t like catching balls like that;
My place I think is at the bat.
Next time you pitch don’t throw so quick;
You struck me like a load of brick.”
Said the officer, “For bravery shown
We’ll give you a title all your own;
You can drop your Harvard L and D
And be known as Colonel TEDDY-G.”
The boys got out the fife and drum
And made things all around them hum
As they marched ahead of the Roosevelt Bears
In army step down the flight of stairs
To take the ferry at half-past four
Across the river to the other shore,
Where a train was waiting to take them down
The eastern bank and back to town.
“Let us go to-morrow,” said TEDDY-G,
“And a first-class game of baseball see;
That ball they pitched at West Point school
Had hardly time enough to cool;
It struck my paws so fiery hot
I thought for a minute that I was shot.”