Please don't curse that boy down there;
He is my son you see;
He's only just a boy, you know,
He means the world to me.

I did not raise my son, dear fan,
For you to call him names;
He may not be a superstar,
But these are just pee-wee football games.

So please don't knock those kids down there,
They do the best they can;
They've never tried to lose a game,
They're kids, and you're a man.

This game belongs to them you see,
You're really just a guest;
They do not need a fan that gripes,
They need the very best.

If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys alone.
And if you forgot your manners,
Why don't you stay at home!

So please don't curse those kids down there,
Each one's his parent's son,
And win or lose or tie, you see,
To us, they're number ONE!!!!

                                                         Author Unknown