There’s a Met
Out in center field
And some runs
Are what his hits do yield
Other pitchers
They all rue the way
He brings his teammates home
Yeah this Met
Never shows he’s down
As he lights
Up ol’ New York town
Buck says, “Brandon
Get us batting ’round”
And then he starts to fly
The metrics say
“Brandon, you’re a fine Met
What a leadoff
Guy you are
The season that you’re having
Is All-Star”
[1]Close enough (like the pitches Brandon takes).
Brandon works the deepest counts
Taking such close pitches
While the tension mounts
Ball four
Is his destiny
Unless he gets dinged first
Mets played
Miami, F-L-A
On a typical
Saturday
Brandon made it clear
They would prevail [2]
By goin’ three-for-five
Observers say
“Brandon, you’re a fine Met
And you’ve been one since Sixteen
Now your bat,
Your defense,
Your smile —
They’re supreme!”
Yeah, Bassitt kept the Fish at bay
And Alonso’s homers doubled
Marte made some real nice plays
As the pen avoided trouble
Yet Nimmo [3]’s amidst everything
When the order gets turned over
Brandon makes it happen every day!
In first
Where the Mets reside
Lotsa players fill us with lotsa pride
But we love this man
We will confide
You still can hear us say
You hear us say
“Brandon, you’re a fine Met
What a good Met you remain
Your speed
Your talent
Your hustle —
Win us games!”
Brandon
You’re a fine Met
NL All-Star you should be
Just keep on being Brandon —
They’ll all see! [4]