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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Birds, Batsmen and Bowlers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The throstle now in English lanes<br>Bids Summer strew her dear delights. . . .<br>But we, intent on cricket gains,<br>Watch well our valiant willow knights.<br>With eager eyes on cabled news,<br>We watch each bravely mounting score;<br>With ears half frozen, we refuse<br>To go to bed; but crane for more<br>From out the ether, as we sit<br>And 'listen-in,' tho' midnight's gone.<br>While glorious centuries they hit <br>(And if it isn't Bradman, it's Ponsford;<br>and if it isn't Ponsford, it's Woodfull;<br>and if it isn't Woodfull, it's McCabe;<br>and if it isn't McCabe, it's Chipperfield;<br>and if it isn't Chipperfield -)<br>Gosh! Can this sort of thing go on?<br>Our hope lies not alone in Don;<br>Others remain to carry on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Merry Mavis, fluting free<br>In England now by wood and weald,<br>Calls from the edge of Arcady. . . . <br>But, as our bowlers take the field,<br>We mark them with a mental eye,<br>Striving against the mimic foe,<br>Despite one Shaw. (Let Mavis cry,<br>The foolish fowl.) We see them mow<br>The wickets down; this way and that,<br>Turning the ball. Rare joy we sup<br>To mark their cunning beat the bat -<br>(And if it isn't Wall, it's O'Reilly;<br>and if it isn't O'Reilly, it's Grimmett;<br>and if it isn't Grimmett, it's Fleetwood-Smith;<br>and if it isn't Fleetwood-Smith -)<br>Oh Gosh! Can our men keep this up?<br>The Test? Alas, what bitter cup -<br>Hey! Shut that kookaburra up!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Bids Summer strew her dear delights. . . .
But we, intent on cricket gains,
Watch well our valiant willow knights.
With eager eyes on cabled news,
We watch each bravely mounting score;
With ears half frozen, we re..."></div>
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