Citizens Of Antiford 
They were doomed! The end was nigh!
Until the mad eye striker came to call
The grinders star striker stood like stone
His mad eye wandered
and caused the sand worms to stall
Off to the side a call rang out
"pitcher come back"
the crowd was aghast
It hissed and sparked as it scrambled up to the mound
An automaton stood in front of the masses
mad macky just stood there with his wandering eye
the 'bot began its terrible twist
it hissed and heaved, whizzed and whirred
Unknown to the bot, he knew not of mad eye's wist!
All that was heard was the crack of the bat
The ball went straight on like a shot
And stuck the poor robot fellow in the chest
Sending metal and sparks around the spot
All eyes now turned to mad macky but where was he?
After the smoke, he was there, running the last base!
The crowd hooted and horrayed as Gearford won the prize!
Mad Mackey only knows first place.