The boy could do it all
A local legend as some would say
Hit, throw, run and field
Man, this kid could really play

He could do the over-the-shoulder catch
Or hit one a country mile
Run like the wind
And throw runners out with a smile

The scouts came callin’
Who is this kid from the Iowa corn
We have to get this boy signed
Their new star had been born

He was the answer to their prayers
A young buck from the farm
A country boy smile and an iron clad chest
A sure thing he was, loaded with skill and charm

It was not to be, the can’t miss kid
The lord had taken him away
Such a great smile, such a future star
The farm took his young life, one hot summer’s day

The can’t miss kid is just a memory now
Only a few can still remember his name
His tombstone reads, the one that says it best
“Our Young Star, He Loved The Game”