‘Twas the Opening at Fenway, when all through the park
The coaches were prepping, in this historic landmark;
The jerseys were hung by the clubbies with care,
In hopes that a victory soon would be there;
The Sox fans were nestled all snug on the T;
With chants and vulgarity at a raucous degree;
They all made their way toward the lit CITGO sign,
for an outing at Fenway, singing Sweet Caroline,
When out there in Kenmore arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their trollies to see what was the matter.