Meet the Mets, beat the Mets,
Call the doc to treat the Mets.
Bring your bandaids, bring your ice,
Guaranteed to go right under the knife
Because the Mets are really dropping like flies,
Losing those pop ups, with sun in their eyes
Special, Surgery, everybody’s coming down,
To get an M, M, MRI, in New York Town.
Bravo!
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