Let's Hear It For Carl Crawford's Boys

Did you hear about these boys? Besides the above "protected" and "symbolic" version, they've been celebrated in poetry here Below, I think, is the original version

Carl Crawford he may talk sweet
He may not have much to say
But his boys loves he, loves he, loves he
And he lets them freely stray
And maybe he don't cup them
But maybe we really should mind
Because every time they are hurt
It's Yank future that may be misaligned
Lets hear it for Carl Crawford's boys
Lets give his boys a hand
Lets hear it for those babies
You know you got to to understand
Whoa, maybe he's a Devil Ray
But maybe he'll one day for the Yankees play
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Lets hear it for Carl Crawford's boys