Ode de Jeet

Dearest Derek,
As you sit there on the bench.
Why must you run so hard?
And make our teeth clench.

Oh valiant Derek,
We need your inside-out swing,
No one else can fill your shoes,
And guarantee us a shiny new ring.

Derek, Derek, Derek,
When you wake up this morn'
I hope you feel fresh. You know,
As naked as the day you were born.

To you we cry, oh Derek,
To slip into those tight pinstripes,
To hit, steal, and win,
So Stubby doesn't gripe.