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.