Volleyball and Me
The little white ball,
that rarely travels at all.
connects with my arm,
giving it harm.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
Like a frog changing its' lily,
this sphere makes me silly.
For this hobby of mine,
sure makes me shine.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
Bump, Set, Spike controlling my brain,
this taunting saying is helping me gain,
For this final battle,
makes the crowd rattle.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
As the ball rests in my hand,
we cheer throughout the land.
Upon their shoulders we rest,
because we are the best.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
By: Katerina Jesernig
that rarely travels at all.
connects with my arm,
giving it harm.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
Like a frog changing its' lily,
this sphere makes me silly.
For this hobby of mine,
sure makes me shine.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
Bump, Set, Spike controlling my brain,
this taunting saying is helping me gain,
For this final battle,
makes the crowd rattle.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
As the ball rests in my hand,
we cheer throughout the land.
Upon their shoulders we rest,
because we are the best.
Oh My Volleyball and Me.
By: Katerina Jesernig
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