Alfonso you see In Wrigley's holy light Soriano leads off at the twilight's last gleaming. Whose pin stripes and big C out in Wrigley's left field, O'er the bleachers he watched his homerun gallantly flying. And the stadiums' lights glare, the flyballs flying in air, Gave proof through the night that his hop was still there. Oh, say does Soriano deserve the MVP? Cubs are 51-24, with him in the linnnnnneeeeee uuuuuuuuuuupppppppp! PLAY BALL!