It’s been six years or longer
Since Met fans met his hair
That beauty of a main that is as lush as it is fair

For more than half a decade
(It rarely missed a beat!)
It graced the mound in Flushing with his hundred-mile heat

How good it looked on Noah
Perched right atop his frame
As it would billow in the wind in each and every game

It starred in the World Series
As he threw with aplomb
It circled all four bags whenever Noah hit a bomb

The hair was never injured;
When he got Tommy John
The remedy was for his arm; the hair had soldiered on

Big Apple’s had its athletes
It’s had its hairdos, too.
But only Noah Syndergaard excelled so at the two

That’s really the whole story
There’s not much else to say
The flowing mane made waves in Queens; now it’s moved to LA