King Cricket
The canny Scot may talk a lot
Of golf and its attraction,
And “putt” and “tee” for him may be
A source of satisfaction;
While maidens meek with rapture speak
Of croquet’s fascination,
Tho’ I suspect ’twere more correct
To call their game “flirtation.”
But cricket’s the thing for Summer and Spring!
Three cheers for cricket, of all games the king!
The man who boats his time devotes
To rowing or to sailing,
In shine or rain he has to train,
With energy unfailing.
A tennis set finds favour yet
With merry men and matrons.
In lazy souls the game of bowls
Is not without its patrons.
A day that’s fine I do opine
Is much to be desired;
An “even pitch” I ask for, which
Is certainly required;
Then add to that a “steady bat,”
A bowler “on the wicket,”
A “field” that’s “smart,” then we can start
The noble game of cricket.