It’s been less than a century since I first walked this Earth
Still I have seen a-plenty (in my varied states of girth)
But never have I been as overwhelmed as by the pair
Of Noah Syndergaard’s right arm and his celestial hair

For years he graced the Apple, wearing orange, wearing blue
‘Til it became apparent that he’d leave with his hairdo
The golden weave that is his hair — in heaven it was spun
And so the Angels get Thor’s hammer and his great man bun