Coach

Your hair is so gray it's like silver bells.
Your stomach is so plump when you dance.
You dance to the humpty hump.
As he screams, on Larry, JC, James, and Jersey,
On Aaron, Paul, Patrick, Sheets, Anderson, and Brett,
While running on the xc course.
He screams out the names and ends up getting hoarse.
But then comes Frances from down below,
Yelling out our names with Bob, saying go, go, go.
Three go by and here comes Brown with a duster on his face.
He shows no frown while setting the pace.
The pace he goes while he elbows other runners around.