Firmly rooted and quite hellbent 

The old grunt packs up the hose 

And pokes his nose through the old trunk trap 

Hurts from years of concentration 

Spent in the umpires association 

Talking 'bout the next sensation 

Up and coming 

But now he's strumming 

A buzzing one-stringer 

Always quite a singer 

Did his wife in the dueling banjos.... 

                                (Scarred but tougher)