|Ein jeder möge für sich entscheiden, auf wen er das bezieht!|
|Mother, may I slug the umpire|
May I slug him right away?
So he cannot be here, Mother
When the clubs begin to play?
Let me clasp his throat, dear mother,
In a dear delightful grip
With one hand and with the other
Bat him several in the lip.
Let me climb his frame, dear mother,
While the happy people shout,
I ll not kill him, dearest mother
I will only knock him out.
Let me mop the ground up, Mother,
With his person, dearest do,
If the ground can stand it, Mother
I dont see why you cant, too.
Mother may I slug the umpire,
Slug him right between the eyes?
If you let me do it, Mother
You shall have the champion prize