IN SPRING

Grass begins to grow,

Winds to be more civil,

Rollers press the pitch

For to make it level:

Thrushes pipe a stave

In the budding thicket;

Snowdrops point to pads,

Crocuses to Cricket!

Soon will stand the Slip

Crouching for a capture;

Soon the slogger slog

Fours and fives in rapture!

Soon the curly lob

Find its love, the wicket;

Snowdrops point to pads,

Crocuses to Cricket!

Urchins in the road

Bowl with oblong pebbles,

Sending to each mate

Bursts of happy trebles:

In the words of slang,

Summer is the ticket!

Snowdrops point to pads,

Crocuses to Cricket!