Happy New Year McCoven. Here's a diddy for you. Hey kids, lets hack at slop together His carless hitting's something That's been known to change the weather He's still the fattest catch that's right. So stinkin' round You're gonna fear his lame excuses No walks allowed. chorus many swings, no walks, have you seen one yet But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bengie and the Mets Oh walks they're weird and they're wonderful Bad pitch he's rarely seen Swings out of his shoes, strike zone abuse Swings like he can't see a thing B-B-B-Bengie and the Mets Hey Mets, no more penant races You'll want to be blinded So Bengie's AB's will seem painless No rally survives, innings will never run long When he strikes out swinging out of his cleets You'll find out who's right and who's wrong