Oh my Cardinal hatred runs deep! From Kessinger, to Beckert, to Banks My love of the Cubs is great Lo, through the years they have caused me angst This has not made my Cub-fondness abate. A baseball purist, am I With love for chin music, and no patience for the DH I may not like other teams, but I try Like fine wine, the game gets better with age I am peaceful and kind of heart There is one thing, however That makes my responce quite tart Please, utter the name never The redbirds of Saint Louis are they And Oh, does my hatred for them run deep! If only the league would send them away This loyal Cub fan would be able to sleep From Musial, and Gibson, Boyer or Flood I always wish that they never succeed Since a Cardinal team playing as a dud, To me, is better than the best mead The Mad Hungarian was a bum And so was Mark McGwire With all his chemically induced runs Their consistent play could draw my ire Many of my Cubs’ seasons they have stolen Wearing of the ‘birds-on-the-bat’ is revolting Ah yes, and I hate Scott Rolen Too bad they didn’t keep Joe McEwing Oh, my hatred for the Cardinals runs deep! From the pit of my heart to the tip of my tongue Like the upper deck at Busch was so steep My Cardinal hatred is so strong, I wish them all dung.