Once there was a young boy called Zac
He was bad at soft ball
He could never hit the ball back
And he would always fall

Zac tried but could not hold the bat
His small hand shook in fear
So he went to a bench and sat
He wished his Dad was here

Zac needed help so called his Dad
Who showed him how to whack
With Dad’s help his skills where now rad
That good young boy called Zac.