We had an angel in our dugout for a season,
No doubt, the good Lord had a reason,
But to all the men in San Quentin
This God given and lovely vision
Was always a major distraction,
Do we watch the game or gape at Allison?
Men from all over San Quentin,
C.O.’s, counselors, and maintenance,
Visiting players and even the umpires,
Always she caught their eyes and attention!
Hardly did they ever imagine,
Never could they ever envision,
Seeing deep inside this old dark prison,
Our angel, the beautiful Allison.
Our angel we’ve had for three seasons,
We pray that she stay for these reasons,
Seasons come and they go, for baseball is eternal,
And so is our love for
Allison.