O Nico! My Nico!

By: Sam Capelli

A poem inspired by Walt Whitman’s “O Captain! My Captain!”

O Nico! My Nico! Our season’s trip is done

The squad has weather’d every pitch, the pennant nearly won

The end is neer, the fans all cheer, but we’ve all been left crying

But then I see you at second base, where you always seem to be flying

But O Heart! Heart! Heart!

O you’ve fielded the ball

Where on the field my Nico dives

Sprawling for it all

O Nico! My Nico! Rise up and make the throw

Rise up-for you the fans cheer, for you we go with the flow

For you we pay to watch-for you the chants are ringing

For you the ivy wall is nothing, for you the ivy wall is crying;

O Nico! My Nico!

You’re always batting 340

You’re by far the best

And please Nico, take all the glory

My Nico does not answer, he’s too locked in on winning,

He covers the bag the best, and always plans on bringing (it)

The season has promise, for you are by far the best

Every time you’re at bat, you’re always better than the rest

Exult O fans, and play Go Cubs Go

But I with ecstatic self

Walk the building Nico rules

For he is a king in Wrigley’s depth