The ballpark’s sound — the P.A. system —
Was on the fritz; you couldn’t listen.
Yet when the color guard appeared
We rose to sing as game time neared.
No music? Not a problem; why,
Just what ensued could make you cry!
For how robustly as a throng
We belted out the anthem song!
The lesson of impromptu story
In all our a cappella glory…
Democracy’s inherent might:
The people know — and do — the right.
And somewhere off on distant cloud,
I bet ol’ Francis Key is proud.