﻿Boss’ Prayer 
 
“God give us men,” both big and small— 
“Men wanted bad” to hit the ball; 
Men who can work on Coffee Ands 
And keep their hearts where are their hands. 
 
“God give us men” (the devil’s shy) 
(Besides His men are askng pie) 
Strong backs, weak heads and willing mitts, 
For them’s the boys who make the hits. 
 
“God give us men”—devoid of will, 
Docile, servile and never still; 
Short stocky men, let them be found. 
Who pull and push right from the ground. 
 
“God give us men”— to live on hay— 
Who never ask for bigger pay; 
Men who can lift about a ton; 
Who’s kidneys never come undone. 
 
“God give us men”—they bring the dough 
That at makes our cherished balance grow; 
And give us rain and oxygen 
With which to feed these loyal me[n?].. 
 
“God give us men”— great husky men, 
We sure can use them now and then; 
But e’re you court your just repose 
Please rig them out in proper clothes. 
 
For we are poor, and halt, and lame 
No two days do wo feel the same—  
But if we start to hand out cash 
Our system soon would go to smash.