Fuzzy, yellow, tennis ball
You spin so beautifully.
Your sound coming off my strings
It seems that you have wings.
Topspin, backspin, spiral, side
With me you never seem to go wide.
Those four small lines, please land within
For if you do, the match I’ll win.
Please travel straight, fast and true.
If you don’t, I’ll be blue.
Please help me beat Federer,
Nadal and Sampras, too,
Oh, don’t forget Djokovic,
And Roddick. Please, him too.
I’ll hit hard and never miss,
I’ll hit like nothing else exists,
So fuzzy, yellow, tennis ball,
Please spin beautifully.
For that’s the only way I’d win,
So please, oh please just spin,
On serves please twist, hard and strong,
If you do, nothing could go wrong,
We’ll win the Aussie Open fast,
Roland Garros next,
Prestigious Wimbledon on that grass,
The US Open’s last.
That makes a Grand Slam, obviously,
Please help me win it, make me free.
It’s too bad that I have no skills
I might just give up here.
‘Cause when I try to hit you, ball
Everyone yells, “Oh dear.”