Robert Francis - The Pitcher lyrics

His art is eccentricity, his aim How not to hit the mark he seems to aim at, His pa**ion how to avoid the obvious, His technique how to vary the avoidance. The others throw to be comprehended. He Throws to be a moment misunderstood. Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild, But every seeming aberration willed. Not to, yet still, still to communicate Making the batter understand too late.