On Brandon McCarthy’s Head, As Well As Its Contents

Protect the head of BMac, that we must
His cutter set the O.co mound ablaze
Of our dear A’s, he was the upper crust

His smarts, they said, could lift us from our dust
And folks advised, when him they did appraise
Protect the head of BMac, that we must

And when, one fateful day, he got concussed
We crafted wretched tweets and spurned replays
Of our dear A’s, he was the upper crust

Eyes damp, we went about our lives nonplussed
We held our breaths and muttered through our days
Protect the head of BMac, that we must

He’s back! they cried, and Jane Lee’d and Sue Sluss’d
He watched with us Texas and los Tigres
Of our dear A’s, he was the upper crust

So why AZ? This explanation’s just
His brain’s still fucked, is why he left our A’s
Protect the head of BMac, that we must
Of our dear A’s, he was the upper crust