Greg Bird Poem

Bird is the

Word,

As he steps up to the plate,

He makes pitchers cry,

For goodness sake.

Bird can really rock,

Especially when he walks.

He drives in RBIs and can hit a home run,

And he is not done.

His defense is a charm,

Robbing hits

And giving grit,

And showing off his arm.

And in the end,

He likes to send,

The New York fans home with a grin,

To celebrate a Yankees win.