• The ball is like an arrow
    My arm and hand, the bow
    And every time I play out back
    I have to shoot it home

    If it wobbles and it falls
    Below the center lane
    Then is becomes a foul ball
    And I shoot it home again

    If it is straight and narrow
    The player may miss the ball
    Then it becomes a strike
    And the cheer comes from all

    The ball is like an arrow
    And the arm and hand, the bow
    And every time I play inside
    I'll have to run to home.