Well, he came up and hit .432

For a month his talent looked so true

And there’s always hope when you’re brand new

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

And he did not walk but he tried real hard

And as long as hits escaped the yard

He still deserved a baseball card

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

When you still don’t walk and your average falls

And you swing at all of the pitcher’s balls

It shouldn’t be a shock when your progress stalls

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

So the Braves said bye and he joined the Mets

And for quite a while there were no regrets

But soon enough, doubters won their bets

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

It was no shock when the Royals called

And into the lineup he was installed

Another good start, the GM was enthralled

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

The press he gets is second-to-none

If smiles counted, he’d be number one

But if you look at the stats, he seems kinda done

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

Oh, lefties he hits and balls he can throw

And maybe just maybe his patience will grow

He’ll suck someone in and he’ll put on a show

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

Then fifty games later, the luster will fade

He’ll go 0-for-40, they’ll look for a trade

Another team desperate, and they will be swayed

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur

Repeat it again, he’s still young, there’s still hope

Will he turn it around? Smart money says nope

Declining skills are a slippery slope

This is the ballad

Of Jeff Francoeur