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 do not raise my son, dear fan, 

For you to call him names: 

He may not be a super-star 

And these are high school games. 

  So, please don’t knock these boys down there, 

They do the best they can; 

They’ve never tried to lose a game, 

They’re boys, and you’re an adult. 

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’ve forgotten your manners, 

Why don’t you stay at home! 

So, please don’t curse those boys 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