Ants In the Outfield

When will this game be over?
It must be getting late.

All I do is stand out here,
And wait and wait and wait.

The sun is in my eyes.
My hand is sweaty in my mitt.

The ball never comes out here -
All I want to do is sit.

I look for a comfy spot,
But all I find are ants.

I love to watch these critters -
Oh no, one just crawled in my pants!

Thank goodness the inning is over,
And it's time to go back.

I need to shake out these bugs
Behind the Snack Shack.