The Perfect Team Player
by ed riley copyright 2002

I'm not very good I can't dribble at all, 

You could say I am short Cause I'm not very tall.

When I get the ball I can't make my passes, 

Maybe it's because I need some new glasses. 

When I catch the ball It goes right through my fingers, 

With my bright red hair I'm a Bozo the Clown ringer. 

When I shoot the ball No one knows where it's going, 

It all depends On which way the winds blowing. 

It could go over the backboard And miss it all, 

Like it just hit An invisible wall. 

But for what it's worth I love this game, 

I just wish I were better And my skills weren't so lame. 

I'm short and I'm small Like a candle's wick, 

I eat and I eat Still I'm built like a stick. 

If only I were heavier I wouldn't be pushed around, 

But I'm a skinny red head That looks like a clown. 

A couple of things I have left till the last, 

I do have one thing I'm really, really fast! 

And a loose ball on the floor You can bet it's mine, 

I'll dive for a ball Any ole time. 

When a ball's on the floor I don't need that much room, 

I'll sweep up that ball You can call me "The Broom." 

I've been hurt a lot Running into the walls, 

Running and diving To save a loose ball. 

Don't try a fast break Not on your best day, 

I'll speed up behind you And knock it away! 

I don't play much But I don't whine, 

Cause my skills aren't there My game doesn't shine. 

I just do what I can I give it my all, 

Once I busted my head Diving into a wall. 

My coach never makes Me want to crawl in a hole, 

Instead he calls me Out team's heart and soul. 

And every November I live out my dream, 

Because somehow, someway, I've made the team.