they all say –
the pitch is so small
you’ll be batting all day
Here are the boundaries –
back fence, garage wall,
but hit it for six
you’ll be out first ball
‘Cos the rules clearly state
that it’s six and you’re out,
and if you’re slow between wickets
there’s really no doubt …
The slips are so close
they’re right in your face
one tiny flick
it could end in disgrace
Watch your crease when you bat
it can get kind of tricky
when it comes to the stumps
there’s a bin and no wicky
Always watch out
for those pitch invaders
like Nanna and Grandad
and random third-graders
We’re done with the rules
it’s the end of the day
the light is now fading –
we’re ready to play
The ball comes spinning
you forget you love cricket
close your eyes, breathe deep
and hope for no wicket.
