As a boy, I collected baseball cards,
Buying them in packs with flat, card-sized bubblegum,
Trading them with other boys in the neighborhood.

I should have been Cincinnati Reds fan,
But I really liked the Milwaukee Braves,
With Hank Aaron, Wes Covington, Ed Mathews, Lou Burdette. . .

I wanted to play Major League Baseball when I grew up,
Didn’t get much encouragement from my parents,
Oh, well, I probably wouldn’t have even made it in the Minors.

My baseball cards, along with my comic books, ended up in the attic,
As I headed off to college my freshman year,
Returning to find that my parents had gotten rid of them all:  Hank, Wes, Ed, Lou, Superman, Archie, G.I. Joe. . .

Oh, well, I hope somebody made some money off of them.