On the northside of Chicago
Lies pure frustration’s hub.
But Wrigley Field is quiet and sad
As we say Farewell to Mr. Cub.
A true Cubs fan stays faithful
Through every error, foul, and flub.
We learned to be so steadfast
From the spirit of Mr. Cub.
Though decades pass without a win
For our beleaguered club,
And though they oft leave our patience
Worn to a nub,
We shall always love our Northside boys
And cheer from every pub.
So Rest in Peace, dear Ernie Banks.
Farewell, our friend, Mister Cub.