There are one hundred and one famous poemsSitting upon my shelf leather boundIts yellowed pages have not been turnedIn forever and a dayI come across Dante Gabriel Rossetti and his Blessed DamozelLooking for my page, looking for my ageand I laid his poem upon my couch and wept.

Give us this dayOur daily breadGive us this dayFor we, the nearly deadGive us this dayThe under-appreciated massesGive us this dayFor hard hats and safety glassesGive us this dayWho rise to catch the day's first busGive us this dayChasing notes that read, "In God We Trust" Give us this dayThat teach us well, the teachersGive us this dayThat forgive us all, the preachersGive up this dayFor the smile on the face of the lunc...

Somehow brought up on the rules of the game Somehow brought up to the plate Somehow brought up to look straight in the eye Somehow brought up to lead off the base Somehow brought up to field ground balls Somehow brought up to think on the fly Somehow brought up alone