The game I love is not played with feet
My game is played with hands and must be perfection
In the game I love your shot must be neat
You can't be a victim of rejection

A good play always ends in a swish
The bad plays end with a whistle or a mad team
When running down court you must make a dish
But the coach always needs a thoughtful scheme

Players must be skilled but also full of heart
Like they all say practice makes perfect
Players perfect their dunks so they're pieces of art
But everyone knows, bad calls are things to expect

This is why I love my game
All the players work for the fame